Chapter 689 No comparison, no harm

"Oh? It looks pretty good. He must be a world-class star. His self-healing ability is really strong and there are no flaws." Ji Xiang came over and glanced at Neymar's MRI image and said with a smile.

"..."

Where is this not bad?

This is already a god-level effect, okay!

Lin Jiuze cursed in his heart. He felt that Ji Xiang was in Versailles.

But Ji Xiang only talked about Neymar's self-healing ability and did not say that the surgery was well done. This made Lin Jiuze feel weak even when he complained.

He wanted to have a few words with Ji Xiang.

But Ji Xiang only gave a simple evaluation and went about his own business. Ji Xiang didn't care at all about the rest of the video content.

Lin Jiuze watched the physical examination and physical test data for a long time, and finally opened the video.

Neymar's face appeared in the video, and he spoke Portuguese, but Lin Jiuze didn't understand a word he said.

But Neymar's thumbs up says it all.

The camera flashed and came to the green field. Neymar had already started training. Unlike the previous video, he could only simply jump on the green field.

This recovery was too fast, and Lin Jiuze sighed out of habit.

There is not much relevant content. Although Neymar recovered well, he did not dare to do a lot of exercise at the beginning.

Step by step, that's good.

It seems that Neymar's health is fine. After a period of training, he should be able to participate in next year's World Cup.

"Boom~"

The prompt sounds.

Lin Jiuze glanced at it and saw that there were no new letters in Ji Xiang's mailbox. He was startled for a moment and immediately remembered that it was his own mailbox.

Looking back at Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe, they are working and very focused.

Lin Jiuze opened his mailbox like a thief and saw an email from his teacher Tang Chenghua. Based on the size of the email, it should be Wenbanyama's MRI images and data.

With a thought in his heart, Lin Jiuze did not open the email, but closed his mailbox and began to sort out Neymar's various data.

Zhao Zhe may not understand what data Ji Xiang needs to write his thesis, but Lin Jiuze has no idea.

After more than an hour of summarizing, Lin Jiuze printed out the summarized data and handed it to Ji Xiang.

After getting off work, Lin Jiu pretended that nothing happened, greeted Ji Xiang, and then returned to his residence.

He didn't even take off his shoes, he hurried into the house and turned on the computer.

Scientific research requires a control group. If we use the recovery conditions of ordinary people as a comparison, we will always be a little unsatisfied.

Now that the control group for front and rear foot surgeries is falling from the sky, there is still information about Wenban Yama, who is also a sports athlete and a top athlete. How can Lin Jiuze not be anxious?

Only with comparison can we have a clearer understanding.

After clicking on the file, Lin Jiuze saw the MRI image of Bunyama's Achilles tendon.

There is fluid accumulation near the Achilles tendon surgery area. Although the amount of fluid accumulation is not large, as long as there is fluid accumulation, it will have a certain impact on recovery.

Judging from the MRI images of Neymar and Wenbanyama 3 days after surgery, we can tell which one is better and which one is worse.

Lin Jiuze sighed slightly.

This difference is too obvious.

He did not have an impression stream, but called up the MRI image of Neymar's first review and the image data of Wenban Yama for comparison on the same screen.

Almost the same surgery, on one screen, is like Ji Xiang competing and fighting with Wenbanyama's medical team and the sports medicine experts from Massachusetts General Hospital.

After Ji Xiang's surgery, the area around the Achilles tendon was clean and there was no fluid accumulation. It was as if the Achilles tendon had never been operated on at all.

However, the MRI of the control group showed a small amount of effusion.

The effusion was so dazzling in the image that it cast a shadow over Wenbanyama's recovery.

But judging from the images within 5 days of the operation, Lin Jiu believed that Ji Xiang's surgery was at least one level beyond the sports medicine experts at Massachusetts General Hospital, and had reached the level of Curry's Achilles tendon surgery.

Being blessed by the Archangel, this description was something Lin Jiuze always remembered.

He looked at the two images on the computer intently, and after an unknown amount of time, he let out a sigh.

So strong!

There is no harm without comparison.

Under the comparison of MRI, the medical care that Massachusetts General Hospital is proud of has been almost destroyed by nuclear bombs.

Lin Jiuze was silent for a long time, and then started his work.

He began to record and compare the conditions of Neymar and Wenban Yama within 5 days after surgery.

Although this kind of work can never be published, Lin Jiu believes it is meaningful.

Unknowingly, the balance in Lin Jiuze's heart was tilted again.

…

At this time, Ji Xiang, whose weight in Lin Jiuze's heart had increased again, was in a state of distress.

Ji Xiang is suturing in the treatment room of the emergency department.

The patient has large shoulders and a round waist, and has a ferocious dragon tattooed on his back.

The tattoo artist is a master, and the dragon pattern is lifelike. Although the patient is fatter than when he got the tattoo, which caused the dragon to deform, it has no fundamental impact.

It's a pity that the sword fell down and split the dragon in half.

Ji Xiang is sewing.

There was faint sweat seeping out of the sterile cap on his head.

"Little brother, sew carefully. Every scale must be aligned and neat." The strong man said angrily.

"I'll try my best." The hemostatic pliers in Ji Xiang's hand clamped the strong man's skin and compared the scales from left to right.

"I got this dragon tattoo when I was young and ignorant. At that time, I thought it was really majestic to have a tattoo." Although the strong man looked intimidating, he was very kind when he said angry words.

"I thought you were the big brother in society." Ji Xiang smiled.

"It's bad, there are so many big brothers in society." The strong man said, "At that time, I was a teenager and rebellious. I went to Xueyuan Road to work a part-time job during the holiday. I also added in my living expenses to have the money to get such a dragon tattoo. Actually, some time ago

I want to wash it off, but washable tattoos are much more painful than getting tattoos."

"The doctor said we should give it a general anesthesia? I thought about it and let it go. At this age, why are you talking so much?"

"Yes, there aren't many opportunities to go shirtless now." Ji Xiang agreed.

"Just a thought, that guy in my family didn't know the severity of his attack, and he actually hurt the dragon. Tell me." The strong man sighed.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xiang asked as he pricked the strong man's skin with a horn needle.

"It's okay, I can feel it, but it doesn't hurt. Go ahead, don't be so squeamish." The strong man said, "Little brother, you have to watch carefully when you get married in the future. This is a lifetime event. Look at me, I've learned a bloody lesson.

ah."

"By the way, how did you do this?"

"It wasn't because I went out for a drink that my gangster chased me for three blocks with a knife."

"..."

"What's wrong with drinking some wine? What's the matter? This woman just needs a beating." The strong man said fiercely.

Ji Xiang smiled. If he was really that fierce, the one doing sutures in the treatment room right now would definitely not be him, but his wife.
Chapter completed!