Chapter 690: No Comparison, No Harm

"Oh? It looks pretty good. No wonder they say he's a world-class star; his self-healing ability is truly strong, flawless." Ji Xiang came over, glanced at Neymar's Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan, and said with a smile.

"..."

This wasn't just "pretty good,"

This was already a god-tier result, okay!

Lin Jiuze muttered to himself; he felt like Ji Xiang was humble-bragging.

Yet Ji Xiang only spoke of Neymar's self-healing ability and didn't mention that the surgery was well-performed, which made even Lin Jiuze's internal muttering feel feeble.

He wanted to chat with Ji Xiang for a bit.

But Ji Xiang only gave a simple evaluation before going off to attend to his own business; Ji Xiang didn't care about the rest of the video content at all.

Lin Jiuze looked at the physical examination and fitness test data for a long time, then finally opened the video.

Neymar's face appeared in the video, and he was speaking Portuguese; Lin Jiuze didn't understand a single word.

But the thumb Neymar held up explained everything.

The camera flashed to the pitch, where Neymar had already started training; it wasn't like the previous video where he could only hop around simply on the pitch.

This recovery was just too fast, Lin Jiuze habitually sighed.

There wasn't much relevant content; although Neymar was recovering well, he didn't dare to take on a heavy workload at the very beginning.

Gradual progress, very good.

It looked like there was no problem with Neymar's body; after a period of training, he should be able to participate in next year's World Cup.

"Ding~"

A notification sound rang out.

Lin Jiuze glanced over; there were no new emails in Ji Xiang's inbox. He paused for a moment, then immediately realized it was his own inbox.

He looked back at Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe; they were working, very focused.

Lin Jiuze opened his inbox like a thief and saw an email from his teacher, Tang Chenhua. Based on the size of the email—it should be the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans and data for Wembanyama.

His heart stirred; Lin Jiuze didn't open the email, but instead closed his inbox and began to organize Neymar's various data.

Zhao Zhe might not understand what data Ji Xiang needed for his paper, but Lin Jiuze knew it clearly.

After more than an hour of summarizing and organizing, Lin Jiuze printed out the summarized data and handed it to Ji Xiang.

Enduring until the end of his shift, Lin Jiuze pretended nothing was wrong, greeted Ji Xiang, and returned to his own residence.

He didn't even take off his shoes, walking straight into the room in a hurry to turn on his computer.

Doing scientific research requires a control group; using the recovery of ordinary people as a control was ultimately somewhat unsatisfactory.

Now that a control group for the same surgery had fallen from the sky—and it was Wembanyama, who was also a top-tier athlete—how could Lin Jiuze not be anxious?

Only with comparison can there be a clearer understanding.

After clicking on the file, Lin Jiuze saw Wembanyama's Achilles Tendon Repair Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan.

There was fluid near the surgical site of the Achilles tendon; although the amount of fluid wasn't much, as long as there was fluid, it would have a certain impact on recovery.

Judging from the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans of Neymar and Wembanyama 3 days post-surgery, the superiority or inferiority of the surgical level was clear.

Lin Jiuze sighed slightly.

This difference was just a bit too obvious.

He didn't rely on impressions, but instead pulled up Neymar's first follow-up Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan and Wembanyama's imaging data to compare them on the same screen.

With almost identical surgeries on one screen, it was as if Ji Xiang was competing and battling against Wembanyama's medical team and the Sports Medicine Experts at Massachusetts General Hospital.

In Ji Xiang's surgery, the area near the Achilles tendon post-surgery was clean, with no fluid; it was as if the Achilles tendon had never undergone surgery at all.

Yet the control group's Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan had a small amount of fluid.

The fluid was so glaring on the image; it cast a shadow over Wembanyama's recovery.

But judging from the images within 5 days post-surgery, Lin Jiuze believed that Ji Xiang's surgery exceeded that of the Sports Medicine Experts at Massachusetts General Hospital by at least one grade, having already reached the level of Kuri's Achilles tendon surgery.

"Blessed by an Archangel"—Lin Jiuze remembered this description.

He stared intently at the two images on the computer, and he didn't know how much time had passed before he let out a sigh.

Truly strong!

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Under the comparison of the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans, the medical care that Massachusetts General Hospital was so proud of had been almost destroyed by a nuclear bomb.

Lin Jiuze was silent for a long time, then began his work.

Regarding the situation of Neymar and Wembanyama within 5 days post-surgery, he began to record and compare.

Although this kind of work could absolutely not be published as a paper, Lin Jiuze felt it was meaningful.

Unknowingly, the scales in Lin Jiuze's heart tilted once again.

At this moment, Ji Xiang, whose weight in Lin Jiuze's heart had increased once again, was overwhelmed.

Ji Xiang was suturing in the Treatment Room of the Emergency Department.

The Patient was burly, with a ferocious-looking dragon tattooed on his back.

The tattoo artist was a master; this dragon was tattooed vividly. Although the Patient was fatter than when he got the tattoo, causing the dragon to become distorted, it didn't have a fundamental impact.

It was just a pity that one cut had split the dragon in two.

Ji Xiang was suturing.

Sweat was already faintly seeping out from under his sterile cap.

"Little brother, sew it well; every scale needs to be aligned, make it neat," the burly man said in a muffled voice.

"I'll try my best." The Hemostatic Forceps in Ji Xiang's hand clamped the burly man's skin, aligning the scales from side to side.

"I got this dragon tattooed back when I was young and ignorant; at that time, I thought having a tattoo was really imposing." Although the burly man looked scary, he spoke very gently.

"I thought you were a gang leader," Ji Xiang smiled.

"Pfft, there aren't that many gang leaders," the burly man said. "I was going through puberty and being rebellious back then. I worked a part-time job on Academy Road for an entire summer vacation and added in my living expenses just to afford this dragon tattoo. Actually, I wanted to get it removed a few years ago, but removing a tattoo is way more painful than getting one."

"The Doctor asked if I wanted general anesthesia, but I thought about it and decided against it. At my age, why go through all that trouble?"

"That's true, there aren't many chances to go shirtless these days anyway," Ji Xiang agreed.

"It's just a memento. My wife doesn't know her own strength; she actually managed to damage the dragon. Can you believe it?" The burly man sighed.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xiang pricked the burly man's skin with a curved needle and asked.

"It's alright. I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. Go ahead, I'm not that delicate," the burly man said. "Little brother, you'd better be careful when you get married later on; it's a lifelong matter. Look at me, a bloody lesson."

"So, how did you end up like this?"

"It was all because I went out for a few drinks, and my wife chased me for three blocks with a knife."

"..."

"What's the big deal about having a few drinks? Is it really necessary to go that far! That woman, she just needs a beating," the burly man said fiercely.

Ji Xiang smiled. If he were truly that fierce, the one currently in the Treatment Room undergoing Suturing would certainly not be him, but his wife.

(End of chapter)