This is one of the best news Dr. Merz has heard in recent times.

Although the young demon king has now made his debut in the sports medicine world, it can't be contained, and Wembanyama's injury has nothing to do with surgery, so it can only be said that it is bad luck.

However, Dr. Merz was still happy to hear the news.

"How does the x-ray show it? Did the MRI do it? Dr. Merz asked hurriedly.

"I don't know yet, I called, and the team doctor said he was checking."

"What do you see?"

"I think there's a good chance of a fracture or ligament damage."

Dr. Merz is happy.

In the play-offs, a winner-of-defeat, Wembanyama was padded to the court, even if the injury was not serious, it can be considered that the Lakers said goodbye to the playoffs, and Wembanyama also said goodbye to the playoffs.

As for next year, that's still a year away.

Damn Neymar had better be injured too, and there were countless thoughts in Dr. Merz's mind, and only this one was the clearest.

"You didn't even watch the game? I remember a while ago you watched a game with the Lakers, and you thought you were a fan of the Lakers, at least a Wembanyama fan. ”

Dr. Merz smiled, "What's the score now?" ”

"It's scorching, playoff intensity! It's a great game, it's a pity. I even suspect that the foot-stepping players participated in spinach, damn Xiao Hua, betting on the dog is not going to die well. ”

Dr. Merz didn't care, he shrugged, "I'll contact their team doctor." ”

"Not good." The doctor stopped Dr. Merz from thinking, "They should be sad. When I was on the phone just now, I heard that there was a lot of confusion and panicked. ”

"Watch the game!" Dr. Merz pulls out his phone and clicks into the live broadcast of the game.

A huge close-up of the Staples Center is crowded, full of yellow jerseys and redbud flags.

The last time I watched it this season, Dr. Merz smiled.

That damn big devil just rushed into the field of sports medicine, dominating the most lucrative surgery in a very short period of time, and really wished that the athletes he had done would retire in place.

As he was thinking, Dr. Merz suddenly felt his phone tremble.

Although the volume was not loud, the deafening shouts and cheers came from the mobile phone.

The Staples Center was instantly ignited with the appearance of a figure in the players' tunnel.

Although Wembanyama's footsteps were still a little faltering, he walked out of the lounge, and the king returned to the court!

As more and more Bauhinia fans saw Wembanyama, the lid of the entire stadium was about to be lifted by a huge wave of sound.

The NBA has become more and more entertaining with the addition of spinach groups, and the drama of the return of the king is also the most able to ignite human passion.

Dr. Merz looked at Wembanyama in a daze, and he almost didn't cry.

Deep down, Dr. Merz became more and more suspicious that the young Archdemon had made a physical modification to Wembanyama.

Otherwise, how could Wembanyama recover so quickly!

Otherwise, why did Wembanyama come back so quickly after being padded!

Otherwise......

Countless thoughts reappeared in Dr. Merz's mind, complicated.

With a dead-ball chance, Wembanyama was back on the pitch.

In the sound wave, he raised his hands high, as if holding the banner of the Bauhinia Army high in his hands, leading the team composed of only undrafted and second-round picks to sprint towards the playoffs.

The championship badge and retired jersey hanging high above the Staples Center shone brightly.

Dr. Merz watched it all with a dead face.

Wish......

Before his hopes could be accurately recognized, Wembanyama received a pass from his friend, and a powerful and heavy slam slammed the king to announce the true return of the king.

Wembanyama, who had always been calm, did not immediately return to the defense, but yelled at the opposing player who fell to the ground.

That's the one who stepped on his feet.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wembanyama gave the most fierce response.

Dr. Merz didn't notice that, he keenly caught Wembanyama's footsteps still light, probably only a bumble in his foot, no fractures or ligament damage.

The weight of his entire body, as well as the violent trauma, were carried out by repaired ligaments and remained intact.

The seemingly simple and random second operation of the young Great Demon King has indeed transformed Wembanyama into an indestructible warrior.

Dr. Merz was in despair.

If Victor Wembanyama sweeps the NBA, will the surgeries of future top athletes have to travel thousands of miles to find the young big devil to do it?!

This is one of the most lucrative in sports medicine.

Dentists, cosmetic surgeons, and cardiac surgeons are considered to be the doctors who make the most money, but Merz is sure that those are insignificant compared to the high-end fields of sports medicine.

Dr. Merz had already vaguely seen the delicious cake being cut away by the young Great Demon King, leaving only a little scum for himself.

He didn't speak, just looked at the screen in frustration, watching the footsteps of the Chinese Banyama on the screen.

No problem, no problem! Wembanyama has a nimble foot, and every attack and defense is impeccable.

Dr. Merz was helpless.

Block after block, dunk after dunk, Wembanyama's anger has been ignited by a malicious foul, and he vents his emotions unscrupulously on the court.

And the two surgeries didn't drag him down, and Wembanyama, who was fully restored, almost looked like Superman.

omnipresence

Omnipotent

All of this will be followed by more football circles, uniform groups.

Regardless of how far Banyama can lead the Lakers this season, his return of the king today, and the various violent aesthetics that will have a profound impact on Dr. Meltz.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Lakers had already played the game, Wembanyama was replaced with fists in his hands and yelled at his players who were stepping on their feet as they were substituted for a break.

At this moment, he was like a French monster, trying to devour his opponent alive.

f***！

Dr. Merz kept scolding in his heart.

How is this possible, it's ridiculous, damn the Great Demon King, how the hell did he turn Wembanyama into a monster and a future warrior!

Even now when he thinks back to that "simple" operation, Dr. Merz still doesn't know what the Great Demon King did.

I lost badly, very badly.

"Oh my God!" The doctor next to him exclaimed.

Dr. Melz sighed, he must have been amazed at Wembanyama's performance.

I was amazed myself, but I could ......

"Merz, you know what!"

"Know what?"

"Tom is going to the hospital you've been to! He's going to seek treatment. I think Tom has been watching Wembanyama as well. The doctor almost roared.

"Tom? Which Tom. Dr. Merz asked boredly.

"Tom Brady! Tom Brady of the New England Patriots!

”

"I haven't seen him in the Super Bowl since he got injured and Tom Brady is the best lad and the best quartile!"

"Oh my god, there's finally hope for Tom Brady."

"Merz, do you think it's possible for Tom Brady to get back to the level he was in 2019? I thought he was going to retire, but I didn't expect ......."

The doctor was babbling, and Dr. Merz was in a gloomy mood.

Another super athlete is going to the young big devil for surgery!

This was the only thought on Dr. Merz's mind, and it left Dr. Merz extremely frustrated.

Although Tom had been injured for many years, it was estimated that even God himself would not be able to fully recover from the operating table.

But!

This is just the beginning.

With Wembanyama's shocking performance, more and more top athletes are returning to the Great Demon King for medical treatment and surgery after their injuries instead of coming to Massachusetts General Hospital.

Damn it!

And that damn World Cup this year!

Let's hope Neymar is doing poorly, or else...... Dr. Merz even fears a sudden drop in his practice's income.

No, the decline in income should have already begun, and if Neymar leads the team to win the Hercules Cup, his clinic will become a second-rate clinic, selling coolies like a truck driver to earn a little money.

If you want to have another operation for millions of dollars, it's basically impossible.

……

……

"Xiao Ji, Wembanyama is fine, I took it very seriously just now." Zhao Zhe asked while sitting in the locker room with his mobile phone in his hand.

"It's okay, I'm going to have surgery, don't watch the live broadcast."

"Wembanyama is really amazing!" Zhao Zhe put his phone away with a smile, "The recovery is really fast." ”

"Expected."

Zhao Zhe was speechless for Ji Xiang's shallow comments.

Wembanyama has completely recovered, and his athleticism has not been attenuated, but has improved, and Ji Xiang, as a practitioner, should be happy.

But Ji Xiang was still calm, and it seemed that all this was expected by him.

It's too pretending, but Zhao Zhe likes it.

"Dr. Ji Xiang, an agent in the rugby quartile, called to inquire about surgery." Lin Jiu walked back with the phone, although he forcibly suppressed his surprise, his micro-expression was still obvious enough.

"I watched the film first after the operation, and I was not in a hurry for the quarterback's surgery." Ji Xiang said, "Let's go, go on stage." ”

Lin Jiu habitually shrugged his shoulders.

Perhaps only Dr. Ji Xiang would be so indifferent to the rugby quartile quartile that came to his door.

That quartile was the top player in previous years, but with injuries, his form plummeted.

Lin Jiu also knew that the other party's physical condition would definitely not be able to support him to return to the top, but this was of great significance to a doctor.

But Ji Xiang really doesn't care, he is like a donkey in the production team, always turning and grinding.

When I came to the operating room, the anesthesiologist sat beside the machine in a dejected lead suit.

"Brother Liu, what's wrong with you? For just one operation, there won't be a lot of thread eating. Ji Xiang greeted the anesthesiologist with a smile.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday."

"Oh? Worked overtime last night? Isn't it hard for you to work overtime at your age? But then you can still work overtime, envy and envy. Zhao Zhe asked with a smile.

The atmosphere in the operating room is relaxed and joyful.

"What kind of overtime, my hobby now is fishing." The anesthesiologist said listlessly.

"And what's wrong with you?"

"I was kicked out of the house by my wife yesterday."

“！

！ Zhao Zhe was very interested, hurried to wash his hands, and asked while disinfecting when he came back, "Lao Liu, what the hell is going on, let your wife catch it?" ”

"Catch a fart! I always say that what I love is fishing. It's like you, you don't get married at any age, and no one cares who you want to sleep with or who you want. You envy me, and I envy you. ”

"Harm, I think, someone has to be willing." Zhao Zhe didn't care about the anesthesiologist's ridicule at all, and returned to that topic, "Are you fishing and coming home late?" ”

"My wife is sick."

“……”

"When I came home yesterday, I had to ask a question."

"Who will she and your mother catch first when they fall into the water?" Zhao Zhe asked with a smile.

"This question is outdated." The anesthesiologist sighed, "She asked me what I would do if I went to the bathroom without a piece of paper and had a check for $5 million and a picture of her." ”

“！

！ ”

“！

！ ”

It's a boring question.

"Brother Liu." Tang Yan squinted her eyes and asked, "You shouldn't have a straight man with cancer, choose a photo." ”

"I don't want to have a seizure."

"I'll go, how dare you?! Anyway, the relationship between the two of you is really good, how old are the children, and you can still ask this kind of brain-dead question. Tang Yan didn't want to hit the anesthesiologist, so she could only praise him from a different angle.

"Alas, I also think this question is brain-dead, so I answer more brain-dead."

"What did you say?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"At any time, you're the first choice?" Tang Yan's eyes widened and she replied in disbelief.

"Nothing." The anesthesiologist sighed, "I just want to be so tactful as Xiao Tang said." ”

"Is this still tactful?!" Tang Yan was inexplicably surprised.

"I said to pick it clean with my fingers, and then lick my fingers clean with my mouth, and then go home and tell you that I took a check for five million and kissed you."

“……”

“……”

"Brother Liu, you go out." Tang Yan said expressionlessly, "A scum like you should be destroyed directly, it's disgusting, it's disgusting." ”

"It's on!" Ji Xiang clapped his hands.

"It's so bad that I'm going to throw up breakfast today." Tang Yan said disdainfully.

"Studying medicine, are you still afraid of this?" Ji Xiang asked with a smile.

"It's the most disgusting answer I've ever heard." Tang Yan said, "No matter what time it is, you are the first choice, which is brainless enough." ”

"When I was in school, I guess I studied cholera in infectious diseases." Ji Xiang asked as he underwent surgery.

"Learned, what's wrong?"

"I'll test you a question."

"You say."

"How are the three stages of development of cholera pathology?" Yoshihiro asked.

Tang Yan was stunned for a moment.

Infectious diseases itself is very unpopular, and with the addition of the word pathology, she certainly doesn't know.

"I don't know, how did you say it was divided?" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang didn't speak, concentrating on the operation.

"Ji Xiang, how is it divided? Hurry up. Tang Yan urged.

"Hahaha, Xiao Tang, Dr. Ji Xiang is joking with you." Lin Jiu interrupted Tang Yan's questioning with a smile.

"Halfway through the conversation, I know he deliberately disgusted me, but what's so disgusting about pathology classification." Tang Yan shook her head, but she was wearing a sterile hat on her head, and her ponytail did not fly.

"Don't ask."

"No, hurry up!" Tang Yan's stubborn temper came up.

"What did you have for breakfast? Soy milk for fritters? Ji Xiang squinted at the screen, making a superselection.

"Hey, I knew you deliberately disgusted me, I didn't eat fried dough and soy milk in the morning, I drank porridge and eggs, plus small pickles!" Tang Yan was proud.

"The fecal pathology of cholera patients is divided into three types, the initial stage: egg-flower-like; Medium: black rice porridge-like; Late stage: white rice soup. ”

“……”

"Xiaoji, you're really more disgusting than me." The anesthesiologist said helplessly, "The porridge I drank in the canteen in the morning, and the rice porridge in our canteen can show the shadow of a person, which is really similar to the cholera in the shape of white rice soup." ”

"Harm." After Ji Xiang Mali's super-selection, he said with a smile, "It's just a joke, don't think about it." ”

"Can you name something nutritious?"

"Isn't the white rice porridge nutritious?"

"Disgusting!"

"Imaging." Ji Xiang raised his hand.

Although everyone was chatting, they did not delay the operation in the slightest. Connect the high-pressure syringe and start the imaging.

"Speaking of nutrition, I met a teacher who was particularly willing to sweat, especially when he was nervous."

Ji Xiang said softly while squinting at the screen.

"With gauze, Director Sui of your orthopedic department has to tie two strips of gauze on his head when he performs surgery. Otherwise, he would sweat, and I don't know where he got so many sweat glands. ”

"That's right, I think Director Sui's sweat glands have grown to his head."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Ji Xiang squinted at the screen, "I was watching the platform from the back that day, and the operation was difficult, so he asked the itinerant nurse to wipe his sweat." But when I went to get blood, I took a piece of gauze and wiped it on him. ”

"As soon as I wiped it, I saw his hands tremble, and the whole person stiffened, then softened, and then he was scolded."

"Scolding you? Why? Tang Yan was puzzled.

"It turns out that the teacher has friction allergies." Ji Xiang replied.

“！

！ ”

"What is friction allergy?" Tang Yan asked with big eyes flashing.

"For some people with congenital allergies, as long as the skin is rubbed, even if it is slightly irritated, it will cause a certain allergic reaction. Localized edema may occur at the rubbing site, with redness around the area and itching. ”

"Don Jr., ignore him." The itinerant nurse pressed the walkie-talkie and said outside, "Ji Xiang is driving." ”

"What's the drive? I don't feel it. ”

"Xiaoji, is the teacher you mentioned married?" The experienced itinerant nurse asked.

"No, I've been single."

"I'll just say it, stinky rascal, tell our little Tang about this." The itinerant nurse let go of the walkie-talkie with disdain.

Tang Yan finally understood what it meant, and glared at Ji Xiang viciously.

It's not scary to drive, it's scary to not understand.

Whoever doesn't understand is embarrassed.

"Drain, it's over." Ji Xiang turned around and stepped down, and Lin Jiu was in charge of the next work.

Lin Jiu had long been accustomed to being a little doctor under Ji Xiang.

The "rough work" of tube withdrawal and compression to stop bleeding is all his.

"Bang~"

Ji Xiang tore off his lead coat and threw it on the ground.

"How many times have I told you, the lead clothes are hung up directly!" The itinerant nurse kicked open the airtight lead door and walked in and nagged.

But instead of reprimanding others like a reprimand, and holding Ji Xiang's ear to let him abide by the discipline of the operating room and hang up the lead suit, she picked up the lead coat herself and began to clean it up.

"Xiaoji, you said that you are too, you don't even look for a partner, and you drive a car more than those old hooligans."

"Just casually tell the truth, sister, I didn't drive, you think too much." Ji Xiang scratched his head and smiled.

Suddenly, the technician outside the leaded glass stood up, his expression serious and extremely polite.

The itinerant nurse was stunned for a moment, and looked through the leaded glass.

Commissioner White walked in wearing a blue hat.

"Director White."

Although the itinerant nurse was in the operating room, Director Bai definitely couldn't hear her greeting, but the itinerant nurse still stood up and said hello.

"Director Bai, why are you here?" Ji Xiang walked out to greet Director Bai.

"Wembanyama is recovering really well after surgery!" Director Bai said excitedly, "Xiaoji, the operation is good!" ”

"It's fine, as expected."

"Do you think it will have a big impact when you are padded to your feet?"

"No, Wembanyama's recovery is very high, and I don't think there's anything wrong with my foot."

"That's good." Director Bai said with a smile.

"Director Bai, what do you mean by ......"

"It's just to see Wembanyama's performance and see if you're happy."

Ji Xiang glanced at Director Bai seriously, and saw that he had a smile on his face, and he couldn't see any thoughts at all.

It seems that he is going to pay attention to it, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

The NBA is more annoying, and the playoffs are just in time for work, but Ji Xiang doesn't watch the game much, just know the result. It was enough to have time to glance at Wembanyama and see that he had no problems exercising.

More than a month later.

Although with a group of undrafted picks, Wembanyama's state is indeed outstanding, and the killing god generally comes from the black seven to the second round, and then to the Western finals.

After winning the Western Finals 4:2, Ji Xiang received a call from Wembanyama and invited him to watch the finals.

"Dongdong Dong~"

Ji Xiang knocked on the door of Director Bai's office.

"Hello, Director Bai." Ji Xiang said politely.

"Come in, Koji." Director Bai beckoned, and beckoned Ji Xiang to come in very casually, "Something?" ”

"Wembanyama is in the finals."

"I know that the surgery is very good, and I have recently been consulted by well-known sports medicine experts in China."

"Oh, that's not the case." Ji Xiang took out an envelope as if by magic.

"What is this?" Director Bai frowned.

"The tickets for the front row of the finals, Wembanyama's agent flew a special trip and just sent them to me."

“！

！ ”

"5 tickets per game, can you help me get a closer look at Wembanyama's recovery?"

"I don't have a vacation." Director Bai said with a sad face.

It can be seen that Director Bai's saliva has already flowed out.

"Vacation? It has nothing to do with the holidays. Ji Xiang said, "Observing the recovery of postoperative patients and opening up a new world in the field of sports medicine in our hospital is the main job of the medical department." ”

"The only problem is that the Lakers are down 2-0 and the game back at home may not be as good."

Director Bai looked at Ji Xiang with a smile.

This kid is really empathetic.