Inside the operating room.
"So, what’s the verdict?" Chen Yu asked, looking at Jamie on the operating table.
’We’re all doctors. Why is he dragging this out?’
Jamie shot Chen Yu a speechless glare. ’If you were the one on this table, I’m sure I wouldn’t be dawdling either,’ he thought.
Gritting his teeth, Jamie said, "Spinal anesthesia. I need to supervise you to make sure you don’t do anything crazy."
"Jamie, are you sure? With spinal, you’ll have to lie flat for twelve hours," said the young man across the operating table with a smile.
His na was William Ackman.
Born in Germany, he had immigrated to the United States as a child. He was a classmate of Jamie’s in dical school and later specialized in orthopedics.
With his tall, sturdy build, he was a natural when it ca to handling bones.
But his talent was limited, and he’d never really made a na for himself. When Jamie heard that Chen Yu was looking to hire another doctor, he recomnded him.
After so consideration, Chen Yu decided he was a good fit and brought him on board.
His skills were average, so he wasn’t expensive—a perfect fit.
"I’m sure," Jamie said, nodding through gritted teeth.
It made no difference to Chen Yu. He signaled the anesthesiologist to proceed.
Today was the day for Jamie’s niscus transplant surgery.
For this operation, Chen Yu had specially prepared one Diamond Level and one Gold Level treatnt effect.
The surgery itself wasn’t particularly difficult.
First, he cleaned and trimd the edges of the remaining niscus.
The so-called "niscus removal" didn’t actually an taking out the entire thing. The red zone at the periphery absolutely could not be removed; cutting that away would easily lead to knee instability.
What was removed was the white zone and part of the transitional red-white zone.
Once this area was removed, the tibia and femur were essentially in direct contact.
Now, after trimming the edges, he would drill holes in the tibia at the distal points where the two horns of the niscus attach in order to anchor the graft.
Then, he would suture the transplanted niscus to the remaining stump of the red zone.
Theoretically, since the blood supply had been cut off, this was like inserting a simple cushion. Even a natural human one wouldn’t heal or grow together with the existing tissue. Over ti, it would wear down just the sa and had a limited lifespan.
This was why the dical community was constantly researching artificial nisci—they were more durable and had a longer lifespan.
But Chen Yu had his system, which could generate a new blood supply at the connection point, allowing for complete healing and ensuring the transplanted niscus would last much longer.
"Have you started drilling the bone tunnels yet?" Jamie, lying restlessly on the table, kept chattering.
Across from him, William said quietly, "Chen, you really shouldn’t have given him a choice. You should have just put him under completely."
Chen Yu nodded in deep agreent. ’He’s a doctor, yet he’s fussier than any patient.’
He quickly anchored the niscus and sutured it in place.
William couldn’t see anything unusual, but Chen Yu could. The treatnt effect was already active. Within the red zone, capillaries at the freshly trimd edges were already growing toward the new niscus.
At this point, the surgery could be considered a success.
After the recovery period, the transplanted niscus would heal completely.
And once the sutured area healed, these extended capillaries would recede again.
Chen Yu had already verified this on Hardaway.
Therefore, no dical examination would ever detect this science-defying phenonon.
As for how it could heal? The answer was simply that a miracle had occurred.
He finished one side and then moved on to the other.
The surgery was straightforward; the main challenge was ensuring the transplanted niscus was a perfect fit.
Even with trimming, achieving a perfect match to prevent issues like clicking or instability in the knee joint was a true test of skill.
When he received this pair of nisci for the transplant, Chen Yu had used his Eye of All-Seeing to observe them for a long ti, thinking it over and over before finally completing the trimming.
After all, he would be dealing with professional athletes in the future.
For an ordinary person like Jamie, it wasn’t a huge deal if the niscus wasn’t a perfect match; he could just adapt to it.
But that wouldn’t work for professional athletes.
It would be like suddenly stuffing a thicker insole into your shoe—it could even make you walk with a limp.
Once everything was secured, Chen Yu tried bending the knee to test the niscus’s fit.
Not bad.
The compatibility was over ninety percent.
That was already nearly perfect.
"Are you done?" Jamie asked again.
Chen Yu stopped and said, exasperated, "Yes, I’m done. What, you want to sit up and inspect it yourself?"
Jamie shook his head in embarrassnt. "No, no, I trust you."
Chen Yu ignored him, signaling for William to handle the closing, and turned to leave the operating room.
This proved that such transplants were feasible.
After the surgery, Chen Yu thought for a mont and decided to head to Carl’s room.
’Forget resting,’ he thought. ’Ti to keep grinding for EXP.’
Jennifer wasn’t there. Carl lay quietly in his bed, while on the other side of the room, Sarah was watching TV.
She was biting a rubber stick to change the channels, and she’d gotten quite slick at it.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
He pulled it out and saw it was a call from Mark Tatum.
"What’s up, Mark?" Chen Yu answered the phone.
On the other end, Tatum lowered his voice. "Chen, check the New York Tis, quickly. The league hasn’t responded yet, but David will probably call you in a bit. Think carefully before you answer him."
With that, he hurriedly hung up.
Chen Yu froze. ’What’s going on?’
He stepped out of the hospital room and asked the nurses’ station for a copy of the New York Tis.
Tatum hadn’t said what the news was. Chen Yu flipped through the pages until he reached the sports section, where he abruptly stopped.
The Secret Behind the "Eighth-Seed Miracle": Team-Wide Doping!
"Fuck!"
Chen Yu cursed out loud.
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