"Teacher, I can't do the surgery." Lin Jiu said.

"How is that possible?" Tang Chenghua smiled and patted Lin Jiuze's shoulder, "This is a good opportunity, although there are not many surgeries in the field of sports medicine, each operation can allow you to accumulate more prestige."

You know who the patients are who need to be treated by sports medicine specialists. ”

"Teacher, have you watched the variety show?" Lin Jiu did not continue with the teacher's words, but asked the same question again.

"Looked." Tang Chenghua was not surprised, he replied calmly, "Since that little guy doesn't agree to come to Boston, you will do the interventional surgery, I don't think there is any problem." ”

Lin Jiu was noncommittal to the teacher's opinion and remained silent.

"Let's take a look at Wembanyama first."

The two drove to the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The Celtics have their own medical team, mostly composed of specialists in the Department of Sports Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The surgery is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the recovery.

Because of the sponsor's proposal, the treatment was temporarily deadlocked. Sponsors belong to the financiers, and opinions must of course be respected.

Otherwise, tens of millions of knives are smashed in every year, and once the operation fails, who will bear the consequences.

Professor Smith insisted that Zhao Dali was a special case, and that he could cite similar examples, and did not think that the team that performed the surgery on Zhao Dali could make Wembanyama recover as before.

When he came to the Massachusetts General Hospital, Lin Jiu put on a white suit, did not tie the buttons, briefly understood the previous condition, and walked straight to Wembanyama's ward after reading all the existing examination reports.

He stood in front of the hospital bed with a pen and paper and did not communicate with Wembanyama.

Wembanyama's English is full of the taste of baguettes, and Lin Jiu doesn't like it.

He began to write exhaustive records of his operations on paper.

After writing, he looked up, then shook his head, and then lowered his head to write another technique.

"Don, sometimes I think Lin is a witch doctor." Professor Smith and Tang Chenghua stood outside the ward and said with a little joking.

"He's a miracle worker." Tang Chenghua and Professor Smith stood outside the transparent glass, looked at Lin Jiuze, who was bowing his head and writing something on the paper, and said lightly.

"If it weren't for the fact that there were so many cases, if I hadn't seen Lin's interventional surgery happen like an angel, I would definitely not have agreed to wait a few days." "Damn it, when the surgery is over, I'm going to stab the sneaker sponsor in the ass with Wembanyama's favorite baguette." ”

"This is medical treatment, this is surgery, do they think they can do whatever they want with sponsorship and sky-high sponsorship?"

"Smith, my friend, please trust Lin." Tang Chenghua said softly, "I haven't seen Dr. Lin make a wrong decision. Not before, and not this time. ”

Professor Smith shrugged.

Lin Jiu is a magical doctor, in addition to his superb surgical skills, like an angel descending, he also has his own habits - every time he encounters a difficult patient, he will always stand in front of the patient and write and draw.

As for what he wrote, no one knows.

Lin Jiu would shred the A4 paper with a paper shredder, and then take it home and throw it in the fireplace to burn it.

It's a quirky fetish, but who doesn't have a quirky fetish?

Professor Smith knew that Professor Owen of the Department of Cardiac Surgery at the King Hospital of England had to wear his lover's underwear to the surgery before each major surgery.

In comparison, Dr. Lim's little habits are more acceptable.

Lin Jiu finished writing another paragraph, looked up at Wenbanyama, and then shook his head.

"Doctor Tang, do you really want to ask that young doctor to do the surgery? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. ”

"No, the doctor didn't want to come to Massachusetts for surgery."

"He didn't dare." Professor Smith is convinced, "The occasional successful operation can be regarded as a miracle, if it is done regularly...... No, if you repeat it a second time, you will definitely fail. Their procedures do not stand up to scrutiny, they do not stand up to repetition. ”

Tang Chenghua thought the same thing, but he didn't speak, just stared at Lin Jiuze through the glass window.

This time, Lin Jiu was obviously very attentive, he took a long time to write on paper, longer than every time before.

But when he raised his head, Tang Chenghua still didn't see a miracle happen.

Lin Jiu shook his head every time, turned to the next page and continued to write, Tang Chenghua's heart twitched.

It is precisely because of his trust in Lin Jiuze that Tang Chenghua has a "correct" judgment in his heart, and the so-called new technique does not exist at all.

Lin Jiu has a keen "intuition", which has been proven by many examples in the past, and has become a fact.

Who else in this world can do interventional surgery that even Lin Jiuze can't complete?

No, there is absolutely no doubt, and surely no one can do it.

As for the Bundesliga's rising star who has just undergone surgery, that's just an exception, an exception that can't be replicated.

"Don, I see that Dr. Lin's expression has said everything, do you still have fantasies?" Dr. Smith asked.

"Ugh."

The two were silent, quietly watching Lin Jiu "face-to-face".

Lin Jiu was extremely serious, and he "watched" for half an hour before he came out.

"Nine, how's it going?"

Lin Jiu pursed his lips and didn't speak.

His expression and silence speak for themselves.

Then Lin Jiu used a shredder alone to shred the A4 paper, went to the bathroom to burn it, and when he completed this series of "prayer" general steps, he did not immediately go out of the bathroom, but took out his mobile phone.

Lin Jiu thought for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and called Ji Xiang.

When he pressed the dial button, Lin Jiuze's fingers were very hard, and the nail bed was pale.

"Hello, Dr. Ji Xiang." Lin Jiu was very polite and gentle, and even said in a dog's tone.

"Hello Dr. Lin, don't you have jet lag?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I just saw the patient and had a consultation with a specialist in Massachusetts. The situation is not optimistic. Lin Jiu ignored Ji Xiang's joke and said bluntly, "Doctor Ji Xiang, I know it's rude, but I still have to ask." ”

"I haven't done many surgeries, but I think it's already a standard procedure, and it will be written in textbooks in the future."

Ji Xiang's determined tone made Lin Jiu slightly stunned.

If it was a stranger, even if it was a thunderous boss in the academic world, Lin Jiu would never believe it.

But this is Ji Xiang, the surgeon who was with him who had completely contraindicated thrombectomy.

How high Ji Xiang's level is, Lin Jiu knows it completely.

He hesitated slightly, and said, "Doctor Ji Xiang, I'm older than you, can I call you Xiao Ji?" ”

"Of course."

"How old is the idiot, there is a saying that I will say directly."

(End of chapter)