Chapter 703: Massachusetts General Hospital

After saying a few more words, Meng Qingfei shooed Ji Xiang away, telling him to go home and rest.

Watching Ji Xiang wave to someone in the night, then mount his bicycle and ride away from the hospital, Meng Qingfei watched his back disappear with great interest.

"How does he know everything? Is he really still a Standardized Training Student? A monster, truly." Meng Qingfei muttered to himself.

But after saying this, he smiled and turned back.

As for today's incident, one could only say they were unlucky to encounter it, and Meng Qingfei was willing to take on a little risk for the young man.

After all, if one were to act like the Oral Surgery Chief Resident, there was roughly a 0.2% probability of being stabbed to death years later.

Meng Qingfei couldn't be bothered to explain it to them, nor was he willing to use this matter to curry favor.

It was enough that heaven and earth knew; Meng Qingfei returned to take a look at the ongoing Suturing, then went to communicate with the Black Urine Disease Patient and the Family Member.

It really was a very busy night shift, Meng Qingfei sighed inwardly.

It seemed that after Xiao Ji came to help, things only got busier.

His own shifts hadn't been this chaotic before, Meng Qingfei felt somewhat helpless. He didn't know if it was his own problem or Ji Xiang's.

……

……

The next morning, Ji Xiang arrived at the hospital and saw Lin Jiuze talking to the Family Member of the Black Urine Disease patient.

He brushed past, but was called back by Lin Jiuze.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, wait a moment."

"What is it, Doctor Lin?"

Lin Jiuze walked to Ji Xiang's side and asked suspiciously, "The patient said it was handled in the Emergency Department yesterday, and because of an overdose, a gastric lavage was performed, which led to the discovery of Black Urine Disease-related joint impairment."

"That's about right."

Ji Xiang knew that Meng Qingfei had told the patient to find him, and that he would then take them to find Deng Chaohong, so Lin Jiuze had guessed that the patient was connected to him.

"Black Urine Disease is a genetic disorder; it is rarely encountered in Clinical practice and is even harder to diagnose." Lin Jiuze said very directly, "Doctor Ji Xiang, you were there last night, right? How did you diagnose it?"

"I was there, but I didn't diagnose it; it was diagnosed by Meng Laoshi, Meng Qingfei."

"!!!" Lin Jiuze's expression froze.

Seeing Ji Xiang walk forward to change his clothes, Lin Jiuze chased after him and said very sincerely, "I encountered a misdiagnosis once at Massachusetts General Hospital, and it took a very long time to finally confirm the diagnosis as Black Urine Disease. Doctor Ji Xiang, could you tell me about the diagnostic process?"

"Meng Laoshi saw pale blue marks on the patient's ears and palms, so he took out his phone."

Ji Xiang performed the action of taking out a phone.

"A phone?"

"Yes, Meng Laoshi searched for relevant information online."

Lin Jiuze's chin almost hit his feet.

A high-difficulty rare disease like Black Urine Disease, and the doctor who made the correct diagnosis actually looked it up online?!

What kind of network is this? Skynet?

"He searched a few times, performed a Differential Diagnosis based on the possibilities provided online, and finally suspected with high probability that it was Black Urine Disease. We then observed the patient's urine and basically confirmed it. As for the rest, it will require further examination after admission."

Lin Jiuze was speechless; he silently pondered the matter of Meng Qingfei looking up medical cases online, and countless questions eventually turned into confusion.

That strong?

Originally, Lin Jiuze thought Ji Xiang's diagnostic ability was already shocking, but now hearing about the Meng Qingfei that Ji Xiang described made him feel even more surprised, and even a bit uneasy.

Could it be that they have already mastered artificial intelligence?

"Doctor Ji Xiang, have some doctors in the country already become involved in the field of artificial intelligence?" Lin Jiuze asked cautiously.

"Artificial intelligence? I estimate it might be possible in thirty years, but not now." Ji Xiang laughed.

"..." Lin Jiuze was puzzled.

"Look, he just searched online for 'ears turning blue'."

Ji Xiang recounted the search process and the Differential Diagnosis process Meng Qingfei used yesterday, leaving Lin Jiuze in a state of disarray.

Looking up medical cases online is not just in the country, but even abroad, it is considered an insult to a doctor.

Yet that Meng Laoshi just happened to do exactly that, and successfully diagnosed Black Urine Disease.

Sorrow flowed backward in Lin Jiuze's heart; an endless sense of frustration made it hard for him to bear.

Having witnessed Neymar's post-operative recovery with his own eyes, and adding the negative case of Wembanyama as a comparison, Lin Jiuze had gradually accepted the fact that Ji Xiang was very strong.

He had long since prepared himself mentally and had already accepted this "fact".

But Lin Jiuze never expected that the Emergency Department doctor whom Ji Xiang always ran off to accompany on calls would actually...

Be so bizarre to such an extent.

Using a phone to "see a doctor" and actually being able to diagnose Black Urine Disease!

Lin Jiuze felt that the Second Affiliated Hospital was full of hidden talents, and his heart gradually sank.

But Lin Jiuze's time was limited, and he waited anxiously.

……

One week later.

The recovery data for Wembanyama and Neymar arrived again.

Lin Jiuze sat in front of the hotel computer, carefully watching their recovery progress.

In the same amount of time, Neymar was already able to do simple rehabilitation training and could walk on the ground. Meanwhile, the cast on Wembanyama's foot had been replaced with a new one, even sturdier and more secure.

Magnetic Resonance Imaging showed that Wembanyama's Achilles Tendon Repair still had effusion; compared to Neymar at the same stage, the gap between them was simply indescribable.

With the same post-operative recovery time, one could already walk while the other still needed a reinforced cast—how could they be the same!

It is estimated that Neymar can return to the football field after surgery and restore his state to what it was before, but it would be very difficult for Wembanyama.

Lin Jiuze sighed, made a comparative record of the two people's recovery progress at the same time, and then clicked to watch Neymar's latest video.

Neymar can already run in small steps; one can see that he is like a happy Ma on the green field, carrying endless joy.

His running posture shows no sign that his Achilles Tendon Repair was such a major surgery not long ago, as if he had never been injured.

Perhaps...

He really can participate in next year's World Cup.

Lin Jiuze thought to himself.

There are also videos and data for the specific rehabilitation training; Lin Jiuze is not very proficient in this, he is just watching for the excitement.

The final conclusion indicates that Neymar should be fine, and he will be able to compete again in about a month.

This surgery was performed like a god-tier performance; as Lin Jiuze watched, he closed the video and pulled up the comparison data between Neymar and Wembanyama.

By the time Wembanyama reaches the same post-operative rehabilitation time as Neymar, he will likely only just be having his plaster cast removed, while Neymar will already be able to play in matches.

This is only the superficial gap.

If one really wants to look into the details, the fluid currently accumulating near Wembanyama's Achilles tendon will inevitably become a major hidden danger in the future, affecting Wembanyama's athletic career.

This is the difference in surgical skill; otherwise, why would the NBA Portland Trail Blazers be called the Trail Blazers Veterinary Team?

How many young people full of athletic talent have been delayed by the Trail Blazers veterinarians.

Compared with Ji Xiang, Massachusetts General Hospital also seems to have turned into a veterinary clinic.

Watching and watching, Lin Jiuze forgot the time; there were countless ideas in his mind.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

(End of this chapter)