On Thursday morning, not long after an international flight from Milan, Italy landed at Binhai International Airport, two well-dressed foreign n 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 ter eighty-five, had a pair of deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a sexy oga-shaped chin, along with well-trimd stubble and healthy wheat-colored skin.
This made him constantly exude masculine charm, causing many won to frequently steal glances at him.
Beside the young Caucasian man was an older handso 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 ti, 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 statent 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 ,"
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 ti, 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 Arican dical experts in sports injury treatnt had evaluated his condition and were at a loss.
Back then, Flavio had resolutely refused the Chinese man.
Yet, it seed 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 forr injuries.
At that mont, Flavio once again felt the sting of "regret" and also learned the na "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 inco 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 co back, and it will co back doubled."
This exceedingly beautiful prospect made Flavio breathe sowhat heavily.
He vigorously swung his fist, exclaid excitedly as he walked, "Dad, let's go find Dr. Lin Jie!"
As Flavio walked, those won who had been paying constant attention to him were instantly disappointed.
Such a handso foreign man, like an international male model, turned out to be limping, walking with a hobble...
Tendons, due to their high tension, have special requirents 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 dical 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 so 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 ntally very tense during surgery, which sowhat 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 sa, so let's just pretend I didn't ntion 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 cos 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 thod 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 thod has high requirents for the tension of the suture, aning 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 mont and said sowhat hesitantly, "It's like foreigners learning Chinese cuisine and fearing the term 'appropriate amount.' I can't say exactly how to asure this force."
"It cos from accumulated experience and your comprehensive judgnt..."
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 ca out, he saw Guan Muhua waiting outside, who picked up his phone and took a few pictures of him.
Lin Jie said sowhat frustrated, "What's so good about taking photos when I co out of the operating room?"
Guan Muhua, looking at the pictures on his phone, said, "Director Ling and the editor instructed to use my phone to docunt 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 co to Binhai by yourself?"
"After the surgery, your hands will need to be in a cast for at least four weeks. During this ti, are you planning to have a caregiver take care of your als and dressing?"
Huang Xiaochui said with so embarrassnt, "My kids are busy with work and really can't get away, so I'll just have a caregiver take care of ."
"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 ti, 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 al had already been placed on the coffee table in the lounge area.
Having soone 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 ca 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 dical records or docuntation?"
"Yes, just a mont!"
Lin Jie took a thick dical record from Jian Jia.
When he saw the patient's na was AJ Flavio, he felt it sounded familiar. A quick glance at the specific dical history description imdiately 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 dical 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."
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