Masterful Miracle Doctor

Chapter 963 - 927: Explicit Rejection

On Thursday morning, not long after an international flight from Milan, Italy landed at Binhai International Airport, two well-dressed foreign men walked out of the exit.One of them was a young man in his twenties or thirties.

With a well-built figure, he stood at least one meter eighty-five, had a pair of deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a sexy omega-shaped chin, along with well-trimmed stubble and healthy wheat-colored skin.

This made him constantly exude masculine charm, causing many women to frequently steal glances at him.

Beside the young Caucasian man was an older handsome gentleman who bore a resemblance to him by three or four points, though slightly plump, with a protruding belly.

The young Caucasian man looked up at the pale blue sky with few clouds and asked worriedly in Italian, "Dad, can we succeed? This time, can my injury definitely recover?"

"It definitely can! Flavio, your injury will surely recover,"

Senior Flavio replied with certainty, "This Dr. Lin Jie is capable of repairing even the most complex nerve damage. Your muscle strain is not as difficult by comparison."

However, this statement did little to lessen the worry on Flavio's face.

"Dad, this doctor's abilities have been proven on Anders, Els, and Enoch."

"I'm just concerned he might refuse to treat me,"

Flavio regretted and said, "After all, I turned down the invitation from that club before. This doctor seems to have a deep connection with that club."

Now, Flavio truly felt regret.

At the time, when a Chinese man approached him saying he could cure his injuries and get him back on the field, he stubbornly believed it was an obscure conspiracy orchestrated by the Chinese.

After all, several renowned European and American medical experts in sports injury treatment had evaluated his condition and were at a loss.

Back then, Flavio had resolutely refused the Chinese man.

Yet, it seemed like God had played a huge joke on him.

Those who once shared his plight, Anders, Els, and Enoch, were healed and playing soccer again.

Watching the promotional video released by that Chinese football club, Anders, Els, and Enoch displayed first-rate skills in sprinting, shooting, and rapid turns, showing no traces of their former injuries.

At that moment, Flavio once again felt the sting of "regret" and also learned the name "Lin Jie".

"Flavio, you don't need to worry about that at all!"

Senior Flavio, exceptionally optimistic, said confidently, "I've checked, this Dr. Lin Jie has no affiliation with the Guohua Football Club whatsoever."

"Flavio, you also don't need to regret your earlier decision. On the contrary, you should be very glad you didn't accept then."

"The soccer level in this country..."

Senior Flavio scoffed disdainfully, "has reached a certain level of deterioration."

"With a population of over a billion, yet they can't find eleven people who truly know how to play soccer."

"Anders, Els, and Enoch, these three players who once had significant reputations in the top five leagues, even with their bodies restored to health, so what?"

"Being confined to such a low-level league, their competitive level can only continue to decline and they will never return to playing high-level leagues again."

"All the honors, awards, and lucrative income are cut off from them."

"But you are different..."

Senior Flavio patted his son's shoulder vigorously, eyes gleaming, loudly said, "Once your injury heals, after training for two to three months, your competitive level can return to the peak."

"By then, Juventus, Roma, Inter will all be rushing to invite you! Even Manchester United, Barça, and Real Madrid are not out of the question."

"By then, everything you once had will come back, and it will come back doubled."

This exceedingly beautiful prospect made Flavio breathe somewhat heavily.

He vigorously swung his fist, exclaimed excitedly as he walked, "Dad, let's go find Dr. Lin Jie!"

As Flavio walked, those women who had been paying constant attention to him were instantly disappointed.

Such a handsome foreign man, like an international male model, turned out to be limping, walking with a hobble...

Tendons, due to their high tension, have special requirements for suture material and technique.

For suture materials, it is best to select types with minimal reactions, high tensile strength, and a smooth surface.

In tendon sutures, the commonly used suture material is a specially designed medical soft stainless steel wire.

However, using this wire for tendon sutures requires that after five to six weeks post-surgery, once the tendon has healed, the wire is removed, which can cause some harm to the patient.

However, the absolutely confident Dr. Lin Jie, in Bai Weilong's wrist tendon suture surgery, selected a type of absorbable fine suture.

With the assistance of Zeng Yang, while performing the tendon suture surgery, he instructed the observing Fang Huanru, Yan Beichen, Wei Hongyang, Ma Hongmin, Gao Yanhong, Guo Peng, and others.

"To ensure the best quality and results in tendon sutures, even for tendon repairs in fingers, it is best if the patient undergoes general anesthesia, although local anesthesia can successfully complete the surgery too."

"It's just that human nerve and muscle control is very peculiar."

"Under local anesthesia, an awake patient tends to be mentally very tense during surgery, which somewhat affects the muscle groups at the surgical site."

"Of course..."

Lin Jie glanced at Fang Huanru and the others and said bluntly, "This slight muscular tension has an impact on the quality of the suture, but with your current suturing skills, it can be said to be almost non-existent."

"Even if you practice for another ten years..."

Lin Jie paused and said, "The result will be the same, so let's just pretend I didn't mention the full anesthesia."

This made Fang Huanru and the others a bit frustrated, knowing that the teacher was flaunting his skills in a roundabout way.

Having a teacher whose skills are too high, the blow always comes unexpectedly, but fortunately, they were all used to it.

They watched as Lin Jie gently pulled the suture, and the two originally separated grayish-white tendons closely joined and aligned together. With a flick of Lin Jie's hands, the knot was already tied.

After cutting the suture, the knot was affected by tension and sunk into the surface of the tendon.

"The '8' stitch method can withstand greater tension, making it less likely for the tendon to tear apart. It's especially suitable for suturing hand tendons, which are broad and flat, with equal thickness on both ends."

"However, this method has high requirements for the tension of the suture, meaning you must have precise control over the force when pulling the suture."

"How can you control this force?"

At this point, Lin Jie thought for a moment and said somewhat hesitantly, "It's like foreigners learning Chinese cuisine and fearing the term 'appropriate amount.' I can't say exactly how to measure this force."

"It comes from accumulated experience and your comprehensive judgment..."

Lin Jie continued teaching while performing the surgery.

For him, this case was a relatively easy wrist tendon repair surgery, finishing at 11:40 in the morning, taking nearly two and a half hours.

Once he came out, he saw Guan Muhua waiting outside, who picked up his phone and took a few pictures of him.

Lin Jie said somewhat frustrated, "What's so good about taking photos when I come out of the operating room?"

Guan Muhua, looking at the pictures on his phone, said, "Director Ling and the editor instructed me to use my phone to document your daily routine, especially before you enter and after you leave the operating room, so I definitely need to take photos."

"So, I'm just following orders."

Lin Jie shook his head and briefly explained the surgical process to Bai Qili and Huang Xiaochui, who walked over.

Seeing that Huang Xiaochui was alone, he asked, "Shopkeeper Huang, did you come to Binhai by yourself?"

"After the surgery, your hands will need to be in a cast for at least four weeks. During this time, are you planning to have a caregiver take care of your meals and dressing?"

Huang Xiaochui said with some embarrassment, "My kids are busy with work and really can't get away, so I'll just have a caregiver take care of me."

"Since the surgery is over, I'll head back to the ward first."

After he walked a bit further, Bai Qili, looking at his back, softly said, "Expert Lin, he's quite confused in his personal relationships. His two sons and a daughter have all cut ties with him."

"Expert Lin, after my brother's hand surgery this time, will he... will he..."

Lin Jie smiled and said, "Using chopsticks to eat is absolutely no problem, and there's not much of an issue doing finger tricks either."

"If everything goes smoothly, your brother's hands won't be much different from a normal person's..."

After changing clothes and tidying up, Lin Jie returned to his office and saw that a steaming hot meal had already been placed on the coffee table in the lounge area.

Having someone to take care of you certainly makes a difference.

Lin Jie took a cup of suitably warm water handed over by Jian Jia, drank half in big gulps, and said, "Jian Jia, did anything happen during my surgery?"

Jian Jia chuckled softly and said, "Dr. Lin, at eleven o'clock, two Italians came looking for you."

"They said they wanted you to treat a muscle strain injury. Knowing you were in surgery, they left the hospital and said they were going to find a hotel first."

"Italians?"

Lin Jie sat down, took a bite of food, and smiled, "We've got foreign patients actively seeking us out. Did they leave any medical records or documentation?"

"Yes, just a moment!"

Lin Jie took a thick medical record from Jian Jia.

When he saw the patient's name was AJ Flavio, he felt it sounded familiar. A quick glance at the specific medical history description immediately reminded him who it was.

This was one of the five injured football stars he had once selected, the one with repeated thigh muscle strains and entangled muscle fibers and nerve fibers, Flavio.

Lin Jie chuckled, closed the medical record in his hand, placed it on the table, and said to Jian Jia outside, "When you contact those two Italians later, you can clearly tell them..."

"I won't be treating Flavio's injury."