Chapter 767: I Take a Look at the Athlete's Detailed Data

"Hmm? Did Neymar have his surgery in the country?" the old man asked.

"Yes, it was introduced in that very popular variety show a while ago."

"Leader, I watched that variety show; it was about doctors just starting their careers," the secretary reported in a low voice. "But I feel the possibility of it being a show is high. As for Neymar's surgery, it should have been completed by a Sports Medicine Expert abroad; it was just a gimmick the production team spent money to create."

The old man frowned slightly.

"Impossible!" Coach Zhang subconsciously denied the secretary's statement.

The secretary's expression turned stern, and he turned his head to look at Coach Zhang.

His gaze was sharp, making Coach Zhang feel a chill in his heart.

"No, no, no, what I mean is... what I mean is..."

"That program is a job-seeking program for young doctors. Coach Zhang, do you believe a young doctor could independently complete a surgery like that?" the secretary said coldly.

Coach Zhang felt miserable inside.

He knew he had said the wrong thing in his haste.

As the old saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to see, but the little devils are hard to deal with.

He had inadvertently offended the leader's secretary; today's matter... no, it seemed he would be given a hard time from now on.

Coach Zhang was silent, not daring to say a single extra word.

Just at this moment, Li Cailing had already walked onto the competition floor.

She wiped some magnesium powder, took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and let out a "Hoo" sound to psych herself up.

The old man spoke little; he seemed not to have noticed the dispute between Coach Zhang and the secretary, focusing his gaze on Li Cailing in the arena.

Seeing the leader not speaking, the secretary didn't say anything more either, only giving Coach Zhang an eye-roll.

Coach Zhang felt anxious; the opponent had just failed their attempt, and Li Cailing was guaranteed at least a tie for first place nationally.

As long as she didn't get injured, anything was fine.

In fact, Coach Zhang already had thoughts of backing out now.

Li Cailing bent down and tested the weight of the barbell, and Coach Zhang's heart suddenly jumped into his throat.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in Li Cailing's ability, but rather... this weight combined with Li Cailing's old injury.

For a moment, Coach Zhang really wanted to rush up and stop Li Cailing's attempt.

But he held back in the end.

Li Cailing had worked hard for so many years,

wasn't it for an Olympic Games qualification?

Wasn't it for the national championship?

Wasn't it for faster, higher, stronger!

Although a tied championship seemed acceptable, Coach Zhang knew Li Cailing's personality would definitely not agree.

If it were him, he would definitely accept a tied national championship, at the very least not having to risk getting injured.

Forget it, the leader's intention was the same, so let's stop it.

Coach Zhang hesitated and calculated for a long time before making up his mind.

But when he was about to tell the referee, the competition had already begun, and Li Cailing gripped the barbell with both hands and lifted it over her head with a "Hmph" sound.

Coach Zhang subconsciously clenched his fists, his palms full of sweat.

Li Cailing staggered slightly, her arms straight, her feet a bit unsteady.

Coach Zhang's fists were tightly clenched, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, looking like a few small snakes crawling on them.

Having been an athlete and a coach for a lifetime, Coach Zhang knew this was caused by insufficient lower limb strength.

After all, the current weight was a world record; it was impossible not to force out all her potential.

But!

The old shoulder joint injury he had been worried about seemed not to exist at all.

"Eh?" The old man squinted, staring closely at Li Cailing, and let out a sound of confusion.

He had also noticed this point.

Li Cailing finally found her center of gravity, holding the weight that tied the world record with both arms, her face flushed red from holding her breath.

But her arms were like cast iron, motionless.

Old injury?

It didn't exist at all.

Even Coach Zhang forgot whether Li Cailing had ever been injured or had ever had surgery.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

Three lights lit up simultaneously, signaling a success.

Time was up, Li Cailing dropped the barbell and raised her arms high, her face full of excitement.

"Did this athlete really have an injury?" the old man asked in confusion.

"..."

"..."

The secretary was speechless, and Coach Zhang also didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for the fact that he had accompanied Li Cailing to the hospital for surgery, that the First Hospital was helpless and could only make it worse, and that they had to risk choosing the Second Affiliated Hospital for the surgery—all of these were things Coach Zhang had personally experienced.

If it weren't for that, Coach Zhang wouldn't have dared to believe it either.

"I'll take another look at her data." The old man stood up and left the competition hall.

"Detailed data, including the medical record and surgical records, send it to me as soon as possible." The old man's secretary whispered instructions, left a phone number, and then chased after the old man as he left.

Coach Zhang looked at Li Cailing in the competition arena; beyond the excitement and thrill, his heart was filled with more confusion and bewilderment.

Even though he saw Li Cailing recover rapidly with his own eyes, he still could not believe it was all real.

……

……

Ji Xiang was performing ligament surgery on a Patient.

He had already mastered the surgery, and as far as Ji Xiang was concerned, if not for the need to be responsible to the Patient and ensure absolutely no mistakes were made, he would even have wanted to try doing it without the "Insight" skill to see if he could complete it.

Ji Xiang felt he likely could, but he dared not experiment on a Patient, lest he cause the Patient irreparable damage.

As the surgery neared its end, Ji Xiang chatted with Zhao Zhe in a relaxed manner.

Ever since Zhao Zhe brought his parents and child over, he had become much more cheerful, and his habit of being a chatterbox seemed to be getting worse.

"Crossing the ocean to see you~" Tang Yan hummed a song while wiping down the instruments.

"Little Tang likes such old songs?" Zhao Zhe asked, "I really can't accept the things young people like nowadays; I didn't expect Little Tang to be quite retro."

"It sounds good."

"This song is a bit unlucky," Zhao Zhe said, "Every time I hear this song, I get goosebumps all over."

"Zhao Ge, just because you have no illusions about love, don't talk about others."

Tang Yan said with disdain.

"Literary youths will also become down-to-earth sooner or later," Ji Xiang said indifferently.

"What does that have to do with literary youths?"

"This song seems to have been written for Jin Zhijuan by Big Brother Lao Li after they chatted in '91. At that time, Jin Zhijuan and A Lu were getting along well. Later, A Lu was apparently sentenced to death; the male lead of this song died long ago, yet Jin Zhijuan still sings it at concerts."

"Who is Jin Zhijuan?"

"Wawa."

"What about A Lu?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

"He was a boyfriend Wawa was seeing back then. At first, it was all tender affection, but in the end, it was still about using this song to make money," Zhao Zhe continued with a smile, "It's not very lucky; the male lead really died."

"Tch," Tang Yan said with disdain, "What does that have to do with me?"

That was what she said, but she stopped humming the song.

"Ji Xiang, at the class reunion a few days ago, many classmates asked me if I could get you to publish articles, all of which I refused," Tang Yan said to Ji Xiang while tidying up the instruments, "The speed at which you publish articles is just too fast."

(End of this chapter)