"It's done!" Lin Jiu had a glimmer of starlight in his mind.

Isn't this a standard control group?

The purpose of the teacher's call was also obvious, and it was not disguised at all.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, Wembanyama first came to China for consultation with Lin Jiuze, but finally refused the operation, Tang Chenghua was a little unhappy, waiting to see the joke

"Teacher, how was Wembanyama after surgery?"

"I watched the surgery from beginning to end, and I felt that I had done it to the extreme, but compared to what you said about Neymar's surgery, I always felt that something was wrong."

"Teacher, I have a video of Neymar's recovery on my side, is it convenient for you to do that?"

"Convenient."

The master and apprentice quickly finalized it, and the tacit understanding was full.

People who are engaged in clinical and academic work are all scientific thinking, and no one can say that it is good, seeing is believing.

"Wembanyama is still going to have time before a simple rehab exercise."

"Normally, how is Neymar recovering?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"I'm on the pitch, but it's at least a month away from playing."

"So fast!"

Lin Jiu was slightly stunned, he immediately understood that he had been watching Neymar's medical team communicate with Ji Xiang, and at first he was amazed every day at how fast Neymar recovered beyond words.

But gradually, habit became natural.

You can't be surprised every time you see Neymar's information.

I subtly felt that this was normal.

However, with Wembanyama's comparison, it should be possible to more accurately assess Ji Xiang's surgical method.

"I'll give it a try." Tang Chenghua lowered his voice and said.

"Teacher, the data is not difficult." Lin Jiu was a little puzzled.

"God, there is no bloodshed."

Tang Chenghua said something inexplicable.

But Lin Jiu understood in seconds.

Massachusetts General Hospital, an affiliated hospital of Harvard Medical School, is one of the top five high-level hospitals in the world and one of the highest presences in the temple of medical science.

God, you can't shed blood!

Once the blood is shed, it proves his mortal body.

To put it simply, the highest level of hospitals has its own dignity and is to be faced.

Really look at Wembanyama and Neymar together with a magnifying glass, in case, in case Wembanyama's surgery fails, how to explain it?

Massachusetts General Hospital still has to face no!

Therefore, it is somewhat difficult to collect information about Wembanyama.

"Teacher, be careful." Lin Jiu said cautiously.

"No, I'm doing normal academics, sports medicine...... A lot of people are waiting to see their jokes. Tang Chenghua said with a smile, "It's just that data collection is a little difficult, especially when the sports medicine team found that Wembanyama's recovery is not optimistic." ”

"Jiuze, how is your side?"

Tang Chenghua changed the subject.

"It's okay, Dr. Ji Xiang has published a lot of papers on Neymar's surgery, including The Lancet, as well as professional journals like American Sports Medicine."

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

As an expert, Tang Chenghua certainly understands the significance of these journals.

Even he was envious.

Neymar's surgery can be called an epoch-making operation, and he can write at least 10 or so papers, and it is strange if he can't write it.

But!

What shocked Tang Chenghua was that Ji Xiang actually published the article in The Lancet in a short period of time.

"Teacher, Ji Xiang seems to be in contact with the judges, and I feel strange about this."

"Judges? Contact? ”

"Ji Xiang said that it was an email contact, but when I look at the speed of publication of the paper, sometimes I will have a trance, and I feel that Ji Xiang and the reviewers have a reciprocal relationship."

Lin Jiu said.

His words were a little jerky, but Tang Chenghua understood what he meant.

Brush papers, not to mention ordinary experts, even Nobel laureates need it.

The capital side should not only look at the highest honor, but also look at the number of papers. They don't understand anything, they just know big data, models, and things like that.

Therefore, if there is no relevant output of the research project, there will be a lot less sponsorship.

The relevant reviewers have a deep connection with each other, which is also a tacit understanding, as long as the paper is not ugly, the reviewers will turn a blind eye and let it go.

Today you brush a few articles, tomorrow my students read a few articles.

Therefore, the news of the Nobel Prize winners' papers was published on the Internet, and some of the papers were even directly couried, which was extremely rough, and no one in the industry cared.

But what is Jixiang!

"Let me ask, Jiuze, when are you going to come back?" Tang Chenghua asked.

"I'll take a look."

"Time is limited."

"I know, teacher." Lin Jiu said very respectfully.

Tang Chenghua hung up the phone, and Lin Jiu stared at the indicator light in the fire escape in a daze.

There were also people walking around in the fire escape, but they all ignored Lin Jiuze's existence, and even a few people were startled when they almost bumped into Lin Jiuze's body.

Lin Jiu felt that it was a little tricky.

With the letter of appointment from Massachusetts General Hospital in hand, I have to hurry up and go back to organize the team; Ke Jixiang's side...... Lin Jiu felt more and more interesting, more and more that Ji Xiang was mysterious, and his curiosity and other thoughts were whipped like a whip in his heart.

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Jiu returned to the office to continue working.

……

Another few days passed.

Lin Jiu has been paying attention to Ji Xiang's mailbox.

Because his English level is far superior to Zhao Zhe, Ji Xiang's mailbox was handed over to Lin Jiuze to take care of.

An email appeared in the mailbox, with a familiar address, from Neymar's medical team.

Lin Jiu put the mouse on the email, but hesitated, but did not click on it.

"Doctor Jixiang, Neymar's email is here." Lin Jiu greeted Ji Xiang.

"Oh, how's the recovery?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I haven't seen it yet."

"Click on it and take a look."

Ji Xiang is very casual, so casual that Neymar's recovery is as simple as eating and drinking, and it doesn't deserve much attention.

Lin Jiu was slightly surprised and clicked on the email.

As before, the MRI images and the relevant medical assessment data are in view. As for the later analysis report, Lin Jiu didn't read it.

It makes no sense to be able to analyze it yourself, but to read other people's analysis reports.

Lin Jiu glanced at the MRI image, and compared to the previous image in his mind, Lin Jiu was silent.

Neymar's recovery ......

How to say it.

It's like he's never injured his Achilles tendon.

At least no signs of injury were visible on the MRI images.

This is no longer a recovery, but a reversal of time and space, and such a thought flashed through Lin Jiu's heart.

Ji Xiang does not have the ability to transform, and Zhao Dali's refinement is most likely because he is young and still growing his body.

Neymar hasn't changed, but not changing is the biggest change!

The most that everyone can expect before the operation is that Neymar will try to return to the level before the injury and suffer as little damage as possible.

But the MRI told Lin Jiuze that Neymar had recovered to before the injury!

(End of chapter)