Chapter 689: Gods Cannot Bleed

"Done!" A spark of starlight flashed through Lin Jiuze's mind.

Isn't this the standard control group!

The purpose of the teacher's call was also very obvious, not even bothering to hide it.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue; Wembanyama first came to China for a consultation with Lin Jiuze, but in the end, he refused the surgery, which made Tang Chenghua somewhat unhappy, waiting to see a joke.

"Teacher, how is Wembanyama after the surgery?"

"I watched the surgery from beginning to end and felt it had already reached the limit, but comparing it to the surgery of Neymar you mentioned, I always feel something is amiss."

"Teacher, I have a video of Neymar's recovery here; is it convenient for you on your end?"

"It is."

The teacher and student quickly reached an agreement, full of tacit understanding.

People who do clinical work and academics have a scientific mindset; it doesn't matter who says something is good, seeing is believing.

"Wembanyama is still some time away from simple rehabilitation exercises, right?"

"Normally speaking, that should be the case. How is Neymar recovering?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"He has already stood on the pitch, but it will take at least another month before he can play in a match."

"So fast!"

Lin Jiuze was slightly stunned; he immediately realized that he had been watching Neymar's medical team communicate with Ji Xiang, and at the very beginning, he was amazed every day at how indescribably fast Neymar's recovery speed was.

But gradually, habit became nature.

One can't be surprised every time they see Neymar's data, right?

He himself had been subtly influenced, gradually feeling that this was all normal.

However, with Wembanyama as a comparison, it should be possible to evaluate Ji Xiang's surgical method more accurately.

"I'll try to see," Tang Chenghua said in a lowered voice.

"Teacher, the data shouldn't be hard to get, right?" Lin Jiuze was somewhat puzzled.

"Gods cannot bleed."

Tang Chenghua said something inexplicable.

But Lin Jiuze understood in a second.

Massachusetts General Hospital is a teaching hospital of Harvard Medical School, one of the top five high-level hospitals in the world, and one of the supreme existences in the pantheon of the medical world.

Gods cannot bleed!

Once they bleed, it proves their mortal body.

Simply put, the highest-level hospitals have their own dignity and care about their reputation.

If one really observes Wembanyama and Neymar together with a magnifying glass, what if, just what if Wembanyama's surgery failed—how would they explain it?

Would Massachusetts General Hospital still have any face left!

Therefore, collecting Wembanyama's data was somewhat difficult.

"Teacher, then you be careful," Lin Jiuze said cautiously.

"It won't come to that. I am doing normal academic work; over in Sports Medicine... many people are waiting to see their joke," Tang Chenghua laughed. "It's just that data collection is a bit difficult, especially when the Sports Medicine group discovered that Wembanyama's recovery is not optimistic."

"Jiuze, how are things on your end?"

Tang Chenghua changed the subject.

"Not bad. Doctor Ji Xiang has already published many papers using Neymar's surgery, including in *The Lancet*, as well as professional journals like *The American Journal of Sports Medicine*."

The other side of the phone fell silent.

As an Expert, Tang Chenghua naturally understood the significance of these journals.

Even he was very envious.

Neymar's surgery could be called an epoch-making surgery; at the very least, one could write about 10 papers on it. It would be strange if one couldn't.

But!

What shocked Tang Chenghua was that Ji Xiang had actually published the articles in *The Lancet* in such a short time.

"Teacher, Ji Xiang seems to have connections with the reviewers, and I find this point strange."

"Reviewers? Connections?"

"Ji Xiang says it's email contact, but looking at the speed of the paper publication, sometimes I get a sense of trance, feeling that Ji Xiang and the expert reviewers are on equal footing."

Lin Jiuze said.

His words were a bit awkward, but Tang Chenghua understood what he meant.

Grinding out papers—let alone ordinary experts, even Nobel laureates need to do it.

Capital investors don't just look at the highest honors; they also look at the quantity of papers. They don't understand anything; they only know things like big data and models.

So if one only researches topics without related output, they will get much less sponsorship.

There are deep connections between relevant expert reviewers; this is also a kind of tacit understanding. As long as the paper isn't done too poorly, the expert reviewers will turn a blind eye and let it pass.

Today you grind out a few, tomorrow my student grinds out a few.

That is why, when the news of Nobel laureates grinding out papers was published on the internet back then, some papers were even directly copied and done extremely crudely, yet no one in the industry cared.

But what right does Ji Xiang have!

"Let me ask you, Jiuze, when are you planning to come back?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"I'll see a bit longer."

"Time is limited."

"I know, Teacher," Lin Jiuze said very respectfully.

Tang Chenghua hung up the phone, and Lin Jiuze stared blankly at the indicator light in the Fire Exit.

People were walking back and forth in the Fire Exit, but they ignored Lin Jiuze's existence, and several people were even startled when they almost bumped into him.

Lin Jiuze felt it was somewhat thorny.

With the offer letter from Massachusetts General Hospital in hand, he needed to hurry back to organize his team; but as for Ji Xiang... Lin Jiuze found him increasingly interesting and mysterious, his curiosity and other thoughts whipping at his heart like a lash.

After hesitating for a long while, Lin Jiuze returned to his office to continue working.

Another few days passed.

Lin Jiuze had been keeping an eye on Ji Xiang's email inbox.

Because his English proficiency far exceeded that of Zhao Zhe, Ji Xiang's inbox was left for Lin Jiuze to manage.

An email appeared in the inbox; the address was very familiar—it was sent by Neymar's medical team.

Lin Jiuze placed the mouse over the email, but hesitated for a moment and did not click it open.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, an email from Neymar has arrived," Lin Jiuze called out to Ji Xiang.

"Oh, how is the recovery?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I haven't looked yet."

"Click it open and take a look."

Ji Xiang was very casual, so casual that Neymar's recovery seemed as simple as eating or drinking, not worth much attention.

Lin Jiuze was slightly surprised and clicked open the email.

Just like before, what came into view were the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans and related physical examination assessment data. As for the analysis report that followed, Lin Jiuze didn't even look at it.

He could analyze it himself; there was no point in looking at someone else's analysis report.

Lin Jiuze glanced at the Magnetic Resonance Imaging images, compared them to the previous images in his mind, and fell silent.

Neymar's recovery was...

How should he put it.

It was as if his Achilles Tendon Repair had never been injured at all.

At the very least, no traces of injury could be seen on the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans.

This was no longer just recovery, but a reversal of time; such a thought flashed through Lin Jiuze's mind.

Ji Xiang indeed did not have the ability to transform people; Zhao Dali's improvement was most likely because he was young and still growing.

Neymar hadn't changed, but not changing was the greatest change!

Before the surgery, everyone could at most hope that Neymar would recover as much as possible to his pre-injury level and suffer as little damage as possible.

But the Magnetic Resonance Imaging told Lin Jiuze that Neymar had already returned to how he was before the injury!

(End of this chapter)