Doctor of Healing

Deng Chaohong was deeply moved.

"Deng... Deng... Deng..."

A series of stammering voices interrupted Deng Chaohong's dark heart.

Looking back, Coach Feng was standing at the door, looking at him anxiously.

"Coach Feng, you didn't go back." Deng Chaohong smiled and waved, "I'm worried about the MRI. I have good news for you. The operation was very successful."

"Giggle~~~" There was a gurgling sound from Coach Feng's throat.

Hearing that Deng Chaohong gave himself an affirmative answer, he couldn't believe it.

"Come on, let's have a look at the MRI." Deng Chaohong smiled and pulled Coach Feng in. "Normally, there will be joint effusion after surgery, no matter how high the level of the surgeon is. But we used a new surgical method. The structure of the lumen was not affected too much, so there was no effusion."

Coach Feng was taken aback.

Although he is not a doctor, he has come into contact with many athletes who have retired due to illness, and he has heard of complications such as joint effusion.

There was no effusion, which is good news anyway.

"According to what Dr. Xiaoji said, you can do recovery training today. But you must pay attention to the amount, and don't use too much. You know all these things. It's scary to find you, so I still need to remind you."

"Is it okay now? Really?" Coach Feng was still a little dazed. He stood beside Deng Chaohong as if in a dream, watching a film he couldn't understand.

After Deng Chaohong's explanation, although the film is not understandable, Coach Feng wants to hold the computer screen and kiss.

"Professor Deng, is it true..." Coach Feng was afraid that Deng Chaohong was joking with himself, so he calmed down and asked cautiously.

"You see, Professor Fan has come to learn new techniques from the First Affiliated Academy." Deng Chaohong gave an example, casually regurgitating what Fan Chengen said earlier.

Fan Chengen's throat tightened, as if a thermos bottle was plugged, it was terribly blocked.

I said this just now, but Deng Chaohong used it to refute me.

"!!!" Coach Feng noticed Fan Chengen's existence.

The joy in his heart began to grow little by little, like a seed that began to germinate, full of expectations.

Zhao Dali's future seemed bright again.

"Let's go back first." Deng Chaohong said.

"Okay!" Coach Feng bounced like a child, pushing the wheelchair away.

"Professor Fan, let's go back too." Deng Chaohong patted Fan Chengen's shoulder, "Are you busy today?"

"Impossible, why is there no effusion? After the operation, there is no effusion in the joint cavity. Did you smoke it in advance, old Deng? It can't be done either." Fan Chengen was still asking, he didn't ask Deng Chaohong, but said to himself If so, ask yourself.

It's just that he doesn't have an answer to this question.

Deng Chaohong wanted to start the mocking mode, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

It's the same when I switch to Fan Chengen's perspective, I don't know why there is no effusion.

Go back and ask Ji Xiang.

Returning to the ward with Fan Chengen, who looked like a walking dead, Ji Xiang was busy changing his medicine.

"Xiao Ji, wait a minute." Deng Chaohong called to stop Ji Xiang, "Zhao Dali's movie is out."

"I saw it." Ji Xiang said, "I just watched it on the computer, and the effect is not bad. I will change his medicine and tell him to recover from postoperative training..."

"Ji Xiang...Doctor, why is there no effusion?" Fan Chengen asked directly, not politely.

"Why is there effusion?" Ji Xiang asked back.

"It's caused by the surgical blow. As long as it's an operation, it's impossible for there to be no effusion." Fan Chengen replied as a matter of course.

"Hehe." Ji Xiang smiled, "A brother of mine went to the Neurotherapy Center in Montreal, Canada, which is one of the top three hospitals in the world. The top local doctors performed craniotomy and wedge resection, and CT after surgery. Edema."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Both Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen were dumbfounded.

The tofu-like brain tissue has no edema, which sounds like a fantasy.

But Ji Xiang mentioned the hospital in detail, so he shouldn't be afraid of being checked.

"There is no edema in the brain tissue. The toughness of the joint cavity is much better than that of the brain tissue. It is strange to have effusion." Ji Xiang smiled slightly, "Be careful in the operation, and don't cause more secondary damage to the patient. ,this is very simple."

"..."

Professor Deng and Professor Fan were taken aback, they had a feeling that Ji Xiang was in Yin and Yang himself.

"Professor Fan, if it's okay, I'll change the medicine?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Doctor Ji, is what you said true?"

"Of course." Although Ji Xiang just repeated the Versailles-style case of the system NPC, he firmly believed in it.

"Professor Fan, our orthopedics department is not a carpenter's job. It can compete with neurosurgery for spinal surgery." Ji Xiang said seriously, "Especially sports medicine, it needs to be as fine as possible. Come on, I think you will be able to do it in the future." better."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiang smiled slightly, said something to Deng Chaohong, and turned to change the medicine.

Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen couldn't laugh or cry.

A shout of cheer from a training doctor made the two of them feel extremely absurd.

But in the context of the almost perfect recovery after the ACL surgery, neither Deng Chaohong nor Fan Chengen could even fart.

The real case is in the ward, and it is useless to question it.

What's more, they are all doctors. Although Fan Chengen doesn't like the Second Affiliated Hospital robbing him of surgery, he knows the goods and knows that he has met an expert this time.

But Fan Chengen didn't sigh much, all he could think about was the joint cavity without effusion.

Can surgery really do this? !

Chapter 395 Slow down

"Professor Deng, what are you doing?" Director Sui asked curiously when he saw Deng Chaohong and Fan Chengen from the First Affiliated Hospital standing in the corridor like two puppets just as he walked out of the office.

Deng Chaohong and Director Sui briefly described what happened just now.

Director Sui was in a hurry to go to the operation, and he was just asking casually, but he didn't stop walking.

But when he heard that the patient's MRI examination found that there was no fluid in the joint cavity after the ACL repair operation, his legs moved forward, but his ears tried to lean back, as if being split into two by invisible hands. part.

"Ouch~"

In the next second, Director Sui fell to the ground, and the back of his head almost missed the ground.

"Director Sui, be careful." Deng Chaohong quickly helped Director Sui up.

"What did you just say?" Director Sui asked anxiously while sitting on the ground, too late to get up, and not caring about the way other people looked at him.

"Zhao Dali's postoperative reexamination showed that there was no fluid accumulation in the left knee joint cavity." Professor Deng said briefly.

"!!!" Director Sui's eyes lit up.

I knew that the operation performed by Jixiang was definitely not simple, but I didn't expect it to be done to this extent.

"Has the NMR been uploaded?"

"Passed, I can see it on the computer."

Director Sui seemed to be ten years younger. He put his hands on the ground and jumped up.

"Go and have a look."

Deng Chaohong followed Director Sui to the director's office, and Fan Chengen followed in a daze, as if he had been insane.

Director Sui's computer is very fast, and it was specially prepared by the hospital for the directors of each department. He quickly found Zhao Dali's video data.

No effusion!

No effusion! !

No effusion! ! !

"Awesome!" Director Sui said hoarsely.

"It's pretty awesome."

"The key is the anterior cruciate ligament. Why didn't I see the surgical injury? It's as if it hadn't been broken at all." Director Sui looked at the MRI image suspiciously.

Deng Chaohong has also noticed this, but when it comes to the deeper field of film reading, he only has a vague feeling, and he is not sure.

Hearing what Director Sui said, Deng Chaohong said quickly, "I think so too."

"During the operation, Xiaoji sewed it up...hahaha, the stitches were very rough. I thought it looked rather awkward after the operation. I didn't expect it to be seamless and intact."

Seamless, this idiom is most appropriate for Zhao Dali's MRI image on the computer.

This surgery seemed to have the ability to reverse time and space, allowing Zhao Dali to return to his best state before the surgery.

This is true whether it is from the joint effusion or from the shape of the ligament.

I just don't know if there will be any accidents when Zhao Dali is active.

"Xiaoji said that recovery training can be carried out today."

"It's training, not exercise, is it?" Director Sui found the essence of the problem.

"Yes."

"5 days after surgery! Only 5 days!!" Director Sui was horrified.

"Director, it depends on the effect of the surgery. I'm worried that the recovery training is too early and it will overload the anterior cruciate ligament."

"It's okay, report to Zhao every day..."

"Zhao Dali."

"Report on Zhao Dali's recovery." Director Sui looked at the MRI image excitedly, as if LSP saw a beautiful woman, and he saw a bottle of Moutai from 82.

His eyes were fixed, and his saliva was almost dripping.

Only those who have undergone countless surgeries know what this MRI image means.

Director Sui held the mouse in his hand, watching frame by frame.Some layers can vaguely identify the position of the incision, which proves that the film is not wrong.

It's just that the restoration is so perfect that it makes people feel wrong.

【Dad, answer the phone. 】

【Dad, answer the phone. 】

After an unknown amount of time, Deng Chaohong was awakened by Director Sui's cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" Director Sui was still staring at the computer, and absently picked up the phone.

"Director Sui, the patient is lying on the table after anesthesia. If you come up after lunch, I'll cover the patient with a quilt." The head nurse in the operating room on the other side of the phone said eccentrically.

"..." Director Sui remembered that he still had one surgery to do.

"Do you have a clue in your heart!"

The head nurse in the operating room scolded directly.

"Today you brought five hip replacements, and the operation has to be done until 5:[-] p.m., and I have to arrange for a team. I don't know if you will have the operation earlier. Do I need to arrange for someone to carry you to the operation in eight sedan chairs?"

"I really think I'm awesome."

The head nurses in the operating room are very aggressive, except for a small number of professors and directors, it is only a matter of a blink of an eye to hate anyone.

"Okay, stop scolding, stop scolding, I'll go now." Director Sui usually has such a bad temper, but today his eyes are full of MRI images of Zhao Dali, and he has no intention of fussing with the head nurse of the operating room. .

Director Sui stood up, looked at the MRI image reluctantly, and made a tsk-tsk sound.

This is the emotion and praise from the heart of a professional.

"Professor Fan, let's go." Deng Chaohong pulled Fan Chengen, who was also dumbfounded, to leave the director's office.

"Don't run, come slowly!"

In the corridor, Ji Xiang and Zhao Dali were seen facing each other.Ji Xiang pulled Zhao Dali, as if Zhao Dali was about to leave his field of vision at a speed of [-] meters if he didn't pay attention.

"Zhao Dali?" Director Sui asked in horror as he saw him walking fast step by step.

"Yeah!" Zhao Dali blushed, excited as if he saw a border herd of sheep.

"Does your left knee hurt?"