Doctor of Healing

Chapter 796 Was Made into a Monster
This is the best news Dr. Merz has heard recently, bar none.

Although the young big devil has made his debut in the field of sports medicine and cannot be contained, and Wen Banyama's injury has nothing to do with the operation, it can only be said that it is bad luck.

However, Dr. Merz was still very happy when he heard the news.

"How did the X-ray show it? Did you do an MRI?" Dr. Merz hurriedly asked.

"I don't know yet. I called and the team doctor said they were checking."

"what do you say?"

"I estimate that there is a high probability of fracture or ligament damage."

Dr. Merz is happy.

In the play-offs, one game will determine the outcome. Wenban Yama was stepped off the field. Even if the injury is not serious, it can be considered that the Lakers bid farewell to the playoffs, and Wenban Yama also bid farewell to the playoffs.

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

Damn Neymar had better be injured too. Dr. Merz had countless thoughts in his mind, and only this thought was the clearest.

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

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

"Very anxious, the intensity of the playoffs! What a wonderful game, it's a pity. I even suspect that the players who stepped up participated in the spinach. Damn Xiao Hua, the betting dog will die."

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

"Not good." The doctor stopped Dr. Merz's thoughts, "They should be very sad. When I called just now, I heard the chaos on the other side and panicked."

"Watch the game!" Dr. Merz took out his mobile phone and clicked into the live broadcast of the game.

A huge close-up shot appeared in front of my eyes, the Staples Center was crowded with people, and my eyes were full of yellow jerseys and redbud flags.

Watching it for the last time this season, Dr. Merz smiled.

That damned big devil just rushed into the field of sports medicine and occupied the most lucrative surgery project in a very short period of time. I really hope that the athletes he has worked for will retire in place.

Just as he was thinking, Dr. Merz suddenly felt his phone vibrate.

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

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

Although Wenbanyama's footsteps were still a little staggering, he walked out of the lounge. The king returned and returned to the court!

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

With the addition of gaming groups, the NBA has become more and more entertaining, and the drama of the return of the king is also the most igniting human passion.

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

In the deepest part of his heart, Dr. Merz became more and more suspicious that the young big devil had physically modified Wenbanyama.

Otherwise, how could Wenban Yama recover so quickly!

Otherwise, why did Wenban Yama come back quickly after being stepped on!
otherwise……

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

With a chance of a dead ball, Wen Banyama returned to the court.

In the sound wave, he raised his hands high, as if he was holding the flag of the Bauhinia Legion high in his hands, leading the team consisting of only undrafted and second-round picks to the playoffs.

The championship badges and retired jerseys hanging high on the Staples Center are shining brightly at this moment.

Dr. Merz watched all this with ashen face.

hope……

Before his hope was accurately recognized, Wen Banyama received a pass from his opponent, and a powerful dunk announced the true return of the king.

Wenbanyama, who has always been peaceful, did not return to the defense immediately, but roared at the opposing player who fell to the ground.

That's the one stepping himself up.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wen Banyama gave the most violent counterattack.

What Dr. Merz noticed was not these. He keenly noticed that Wen Banyama's footsteps were still light. He probably just sprained his foot, and there was no fracture or ligament damage.

The weight of his whole body and the violent trauma were borne by the repaired ligaments, and he was intact.

The seemingly simple and random second operation of the young big devil did transform Wenbanyama into an indestructible warrior.

Dr. Merz despaired.

If Victor Wenbanyama sweeps the NBA, will the top athletes in the future have to travel thousands of miles to find the young big devil for surgery? !
This is one of the most lucrative segments of sports medicine.

Dentists, cosmetic surgeons, and cardiac surgeons are considered the top earners, but Merz is sure those are puny compared to the high-end field of sports medicine.

Dr. Merz had vaguely seen the delicious cake being cut away by the young big devil, leaving only a little scum for himself.

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

No questions asked, no questions asked!Wenbanyama has flexible feet, and every attack and defense is impeccable.

Dr. Merz was helpless.

Blocking shots again and again, and dunking again and again, Wenbanyama's anger has been ignited by malicious fouls, and he vented his emotions unscrupulously on the court.

The two operations did not drag him down, and Wenbanyama, who has fully recovered his physical condition, is almost superhuman.

omnipresent,

omnipotent,

All of this will be paid attention to by more football circles and uniform teams.

No matter how far Wenbanyama can lead the Lakers this season, the return of the king he performed today and the various violent aesthetics after that will have a profound impact on Dr. Merz.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Lakers had already lost the game. When Wen Banyama was replaced to rest, he clenched his hands and roared at his own players.

At this moment, he was like a French monster, ready to eat his opponent alive.

F***!

Dr. Merz kept cursing in his heart.

How is this possible, it's just ridiculous, damn the big devil, how on earth did he turn Wenbanyama into a monster and a future warrior!

Even thinking back on that "simple" operation now, Dr. Merz still doesn't know what the big devil did.

I lost miserably, very miserably.

"My God!" The doctor next to him exclaimed.

Dr. Merz sighed, he must be surprised by Wenbanyama's performance.

I am also surprised, but...

"Merz, you know what!"

"what do you know?"

"Tom is going to the hospital you went to! He's going to seek treatment. I think Tom should have been observing Wenbanyama's performance." The doctor almost shouted.

"Tom? Which Tom?" Dr. Meltz asked in a dull tone.

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

"I haven't seen him in the Super Bowl since he got hurt, Tom Brady is the best guy, the best quarterback!"

"My God, there's hope for Tom Brady at last."

"Melz, do you think it's possible for Tom Brady to return to the level he was in 2019? I thought he was going to retire, but..."

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

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

This was the only thought on Dr. Merz's mind, which made Dr. Merz extremely depressed.

Although Tom has been injured for many years, it is estimated that even God himself on the operating table cannot make him fully recover.

but!

This is just the beginning.

With the astonishing performance of Wenban Yama, more and more top athletes go back to the big devil for medical treatment and surgery after injury, instead of coming to Massachusetts General Hospital.

Damn!

And the damn World Cup this year! !

I hope Neymar performs poorly, otherwise... Dr. Merz is even worried that the income of his clinic will suddenly drop.

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

It is basically impossible to have a surgery with several million dollars.

……

……

"Xiaoji, is Wenban Yama okay? I thought that was serious just now." Zhao Zhe asked while sitting in the locker room with his mobile phone in his hand.

"It's okay, I'm getting ready for surgery, don't watch the live broadcast."

"Wenban Yama is really amazing!" Zhao Zhe put the phone away with a smile, "The recovery is really fast."

"As expected."

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

Wen Banyama has completely recovered, and his athletic ability has not declined, but has improved. As a surgeon, Ji Xiang should be happy.

But Ji Xiang remained calm, as if all of this was within his expectations.

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

"Doctor Ji Xiang, an outdated football quarterback agent called to inquire about surgery." Lin Jiuze walked back with the phone in hand. Although he forcibly suppressed his surprise, his micro-expression was still obvious enough.

"Watch the film first after the operation, and the quarterback's operation is not in a hurry." Ji Xiang said, "Let's go on stage."

Lin Jiuze shrugged habitually.

Perhaps only Dr. Jixiang would be so indifferent to the football quarterback who came to him.

That quarterback was the top player in the past few years, but with the injury, his state plummeted.

Lin Jiuze 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 didn't care. He was like a donkey in the production team, spinning around in circles.

When he came to the operating room, the anesthesiologist sat down beside the machine wearing a lead suit.

"Brother Liu, what's wrong with you? It's just one operation, and there won't be a lot of threads." Ji Xiang greeted the anesthetist with a smile.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday."

"Oh? Did you work overtime last night? Isn't it very hard for you to work overtime at your age. But you can still work overtime, I'm envious." Zhao Zhe asked with a smile.

This overtime work is not another overtime work, and the atmosphere in the operating room is relaxed and joyful.

"What kind of overtime work? My hobby now is fishing." The anesthesiologist said listlessly.

"Then what happened to you?"

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

"!!!" Zhao Zhe was very interested, took the time to wash his hands, and asked while disinfecting when he came back, "Old Liu, what happened, did your wife catch you?"

"Catch a fart! I always said that my favorite thing is fishing. It's not like you. You are not married at a young age, and no one cares who you want to sleep with. You envy me, and I envy you."

"Ham, I think, someone must be willing." Zhao Zhe didn't care about the anesthetist's ridicule at all, and returned to the topic, "Are you coming home late from fishing?"

"My wife is sick."

"..."

"I went home yesterday and insisted on asking me a question."

"Who will be caught first, her or your mother?" Zhao Zhe asked with a smile.

"This question is outdated." The anesthetist sighed. "She asked me what I should do if I went to the bathroom without paper and a 500 million check and her photo in my hand."

"!!!"

"!!!"

This question is really boring.

"Brother Liu." Tang Yan squinted her eyes and asked, "You don't think straight men have cancer, why don't you choose a photo?"

"I don't want to have an attack."

"I'll go, how dare you?! By the way, the relationship between you two is really good. How old is the child, and you can still ask such stupid questions." Tang Yan didn't want to hurt the anesthesiologist, so she could only praise him from another angle.

"Oh, I also think this question is stupid, so I answer it even more stupid."

"What did you say?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"No matter when, you are the first choice?" Tang Yan widened her eyes and said an answer in disbelief.

"No way." The anesthesiologist heaved a sigh of relief, "I just want to be as tactful as Xiao Tang said."

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

"I said pick it up with your fingers, then lick it with your mouth, and then go home and tell you that I got a check for 500 million and kiss you."

"..."

"..."

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

"The stage is on!" Ji Xiang clapped his hands.

"It caused me to spit out my breakfast today." Tang Yan said contemptuously.

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

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

"When I was in school, I learned about cholera in epidemiology." Ji Xiang asked while performing the operation.

"Learned, what's wrong?"

"Test you a question."

"You said."

"How are the three development stages of cholera pathology divided?" Ji Xiang asked leisurely.

Tang Yan was stunned for a moment.

Epidemiology itself is very unpopular, plus the word pathology, she definitely doesn't know it.

"I don't know, how do you divide it?" Tang Yan asked.

Ji Xiang didn't speak, and concentrated on the operation.

"Ji Xiang, how are you divided? Tell me quickly." Tang Yan urged.

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

"In the middle of talking, I know he deliberately disgusted me, but what's so disgusting about the pathological classification." Tang Yan shook her head, but she was wearing a sterile cap on her head, and her ponytail didn't fly up.

"Don't ask."

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

"What did you have for breakfast? Fried dough sticks and soy milk?" Ji Xiang squinted at the screen, doing super selection.

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

"The stool pathology of cholera patients is divided into three types, early stage: egg flower shape; middle stage: black rice porridge shape; late stage: white rice soup shape."

"..."

"Xiaoji, you are more disgusting than me." The anesthesiologist said helplessly, "I also drank porridge in the cafeteria early in the morning, and the rice porridge in our cafeteria can reflect people's shadows, and it is really similar to the white rice soup-like cholera. "

"Bad." Ji Xiang said with a smile after finishing the super-election quickly, "It's just a joke, don't think too much about it."

"Can you say something nutritious."

"Is white rice porridge still not nutritious?"

"nausea!"

"Contrast imaging." Ji Xiang raised his hand.

Although everyone was chatting, they did not delay the operation at all.Connect the high-pressure injector and start imaging.

"Say something nutritious. I met a teacher who was very willing to sweat, especially when he was nervous."

Ji Xiang said softly while squinting his eyes at the screen.

"Use gauze. Director Sui of your orthopedics department has to tie two strips of gauze on his head when performing operations. Otherwise, he will sweat. I don't know where he got so many sweat glands."

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

"That's not what I'm talking about." Ji Xiang squinted his eyes and looked at the screen. "I was watching the stage at the back that day. The operation was difficult. He asked the patrol nurse to wipe the sweat while he was doing it. But when I went back to get blood, I took it I gave him a piece of gauze to wipe it off."

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

"Calling you? Why?" Tang Yan was puzzled.

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

"!!!"

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

"People with certain congenital allergies, as long as the skin is rubbed, even if it is slightly stimulated, it will cause a certain allergic reaction. Localized edema will appear at the rubbed site, and there will be redness around it, accompanied by itching."

"Xiao Tang, ignore him." The itinerant nurse pressed the intercom and said outside, "Jixiang is driving."

"Why are you driving? I don't feel it."

"Xiaoji, is the teacher you mentioned married?" the itinerant nurse asked with experience.

"No, I've always been single."

"Let me just talk, stinky rascal, tell our little Tang about this." The itinerant nurse let go of the intercom contemptuously.

Tang Yan finally understood what it meant, and gave Ji Xiang a vicious look.

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

Whoever doesn't understand is embarrassed.

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

Lin Jiuze has long been used to being a little doctor under Ji Xiang.

The "rough work" of withdrawing tubes and compressing to stop bleeding is all his.

"Bang~"

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

"How many times have I told you to hang up the lead clothes directly!" The itinerant nurse kicked open the airtight lead door and babbled after walking in.

But she didn't reprimand Ji Xiang like she reprimanded others, and asked Ji Xiang to obey the operating room discipline and hang up the lead clothes, but picked up the lead clothes by herself and started to pack them.

"Xiaoji, you said that you are the same. You don't even look for a date. Driving a car is more extreme than those old hooligans."

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

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

The itinerant nurse stared blankly, looking through the leaded glass.

Director Bai walked in wearing a blue hat.

"Director Bai."

Although the roving nurse was in the operating room, Director Bai certainly couldn't hear her greeting, but the roving nurse stood at attention and said hello.

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

"Wenbanya is recovering really well after the operation!" Director Bai said excitedly, "Xiaoji, the operation is well done!"

"Fortunately, as expected."

"Do you think the stepping on your feet will have a big impact?"

"No, Wenban Yama's recovery rate is very high, and I don't think there's anything wrong with the sprained ankle."

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

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

"I just saw Wen Banyama's outstanding performance, let's see if you are also happy."

Ji Xiang took a serious look at Director Bai, and saw that he was smiling, and he couldn't see any thoughts at all.

It seems that I have to pay attention to it, Ji Xiang thought in his heart.

The NBA is annoying, the playoffs are just in time for work, but Ji Xiang doesn’t watch the games too much, as long as he knows the result.It is enough to glance at Wenbanyama when he has time to see that he can move without any problems.

More than a month later.

Although with a group of draft picks, Wenban Yama is indeed in outstanding form, and the god of death usually goes from the black seven to the second round, and then to the Western Conference Finals.

After winning the Western Conference Finals 4:2, Ji Xiang received a call from Wen Banyama, inviting him to watch the finals.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

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

"Director Bai, hello." Ji Xiangke said politely.

"Come in, Xiaoji." Director Bai waved and casually called Ji Xiang in, "What's the matter?"

"Wenban Yama has entered the finals."

"I know that the operation was done very well. Recently, a well-known sports medicine expert in China has consulted me."

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

"This is?" Director Bai frowned.

"The tickets for the front row of the finals, Wenban Yama's agent flew there specially, and they just sent them to me."

"!!!"

"5 tickets for each game, can you help me observe Wenban Yama's recovery up close?"

"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.

"Holidays? It has nothing to do with vacations." Ji Xiang said, "Observing the recovery of postoperative patients and opening up a new world for the field of sports medicine in our hospital, I think this is the job of the medical department."

"The only problem is that the Lakers are 0:2 behind, and the game after returning home may not be so good."

Director Bai looked at Ji Xiang with a smile.

This kid is really understanding.

(End of this chapter)