Masterful Miracle Doctor

Pain, so much pain, extreme pain!

Seeing Lin Jie walk into the hospital room, Anders forced himself to hold back his tears of agony.

Since the anesthesia wore off yesterday afternoon until this morning, Anders couldn't fathom how he endured those countless hours.

This feeling of time dragging on unbearably long is difficult to convey and understand without experiencing it firsthand.

"Dr. Lin, thank you!"

Anders tried hard to keep his voice steady.

But having endured the pain for so long, his voice still trembled slightly.

"I also owe you an apology."

Hearing this, Lin Jie looked at the pale, sweated-forehead man and was taken aback, asking, "Have you really figured it out?"

Anders nodded vigorously and said, "I figured it out. Right after the surgery, I understood."

"Oh, tell me more," Lin Jie inquired further.

"The surgery you did was indeed on my knee, not anything else, and certainly not removing any organs of mine."

Anders said earnestly, "If you were just using me for practice, given your country's population, finding a few similar injured people would be easy."

"So, there's absolutely no reason for you to go to such expense just to trick me into having surgery."

He confirmed once again, "After the surgery, I realized it was my own overly cautious mind, overthinking things."

"It's also because I overvalued myself."

Anders gave a self-mocking smile, saying, "If my knee injury never heals, I'm just another ordinary person without even a community college degree; not worth your extra effort."

As Lin Jie performed a physical examination, he said, "It's great that you've figured it out, focus on your recovery."

"If everything goes as I planned, you have at least a seventy to eighty percent chance of playing football again."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you must persevere through the therapy, training, and regain your former football skills."

Anders bit down on his tightly clenched fist to endure a sudden surge of pain.

Then, a bit weakly, he said, "Dr. Lin, rest assured, as long as my body allows, I'll be the most diligent in training."

"My desire to play football again is intense and fervent, no difficulty can stop me."

Lin Jie concurred, "I believe that."

"You've already shown immense willpower enduring the toughest night. I also believe this desire will carry you through the second day and the third."

"As for after that..."

Lin Jie chuckled, "The pain will significantly decrease as you recover, and besides, you'll get used to it as you endure."

Hearing this, Anders's face turned somewhat unpleasant.

He hesitated and asked, "Dr. Lin, is it really necessary for me to endure the pain like this?"

"Of course it is..."

Halfway through his sentence, Lin Jie suddenly realized.

With a half-smile, he looked at Anders and said, "Could it be you think my refusal to prescribe painkillers is a punishment for your doubts and disrespect towards me?"

"Of course not, Dr. Lin, you've misunderstood, I just find it difficult to understand."

Anders hastily explained with some guilt, "I've read some articles online that say, so far, there's no research reporting that painkillers delay wound healing."

"Many articles also state that pain relief actually promotes wound healing after surgery."

"I also noticed these articles mention that enduring pain can lead to increased heart rate, elevated blood pressure, insomnia, anxiety, fear, helplessness, and depression, all of which unknowingly harm the body."

After saying all this in one breath, Anders looked probing at Lin Jie.

Lin Jie paused and said, "Just because it's commonly accepted doesn't make it right."

"Often, it's conventions within the industry to avoid responsibility, or a mutually agreed-upon interest for oneself and the industry."

He smiled gently and said, "Anders, if a hospital were full of patients screaming in pain, you can imagine how bad that would be, right?"

Lin Jie nodded and said, "In contrast, using pain relief medication greatly benefits post-surgery recovery."

"However, as a young and strong person, I believe you can endure these few days of pain."

"To ensure the best possible recovery for your knee, I must consider every detail..."

He paused, looking into Anders's eyes, calmly saying, "Believe it or not, I didn't prescribe painkillers out of consideration for the best recovery of your knee."

"I believe you, Dr. Lin, I really do!"

Although Lin Jie didn't explain the specifics, Anders sensed his prideful indifference to explaining further.

This subtle arrogance convinced Anders of Lin Jie's reputation as a renowned doctor.

"Dr. Lin, I will strictly follow your instructions and recover as soon as possible."

Anders pondered for a moment and said earnestly, "Dr. Lin, if I can really play football again in the future, it will be you who gave me a second life."

"To commemorate this event..."

"I've decided that in the future, for my two children, one I will call 'Lin' and the other 'Jie'."

This...

Lin Jie couldn't help but grin.

He also understood that abroad, using the names of elders or others to name one's children is a sign of respect.

It's a matter of honor and something to be pleased about.

However, in China, this practice is considered very impolite and even carries an insulting connotation.

Lin Jie tactfully declined, "Anders, thank you for this decision. However, in China, this naming method is quite rare."

"You can express gratitude in other ways, like using your skills on the field to secure more victories and championships for the club..."

After leaving the ward, Lin Jie went straight back to his office.

He turned on the computer, pulled up an email from the mail system, and opened a case file from the attachment to scrutinize it.

This was sent by Nie Yuming last night, the latest medical record of another player who was about to arrive.

The patient named Els Smith, a Frenchman, had also played football in the English Premier League.

In a match in the United Kingdom, he severely hit his head on the goalpost.

He immediately fell into a coma, and later examinations revealed bleeding in his brain.

Even though surgery stopped the bleeding, two clots deep inside the brain compressed the visual center, causing blindness in his left eye, preventing him from playing football again.

After two years of recuperation to no avail, Els had fallen to working as a regular employee in a supermarket...

As Lin Jie studied this person's medical records, Lei Jun knocked and entered.

He raised a bottle, still with a little dust on it, and said, "Expert Lin, this is a fine wine I've recently acquired. Knowing you have a taste for this, I brought it for you."

Lin Jie took it and saw it was an aged wine from the French premier winery, Chateau d'Yquem.

He carefully examined the bottle, confirmed it was genuine, and said happily, "Thank you, Dr. Lei. This level of wine is not easy to come by; must've taken quite a bit of effort."

Lei Jun chuckled gently, saying, "Compared to Expert Lin's invaluable medical guidance, using merely a bottle of wine as thanks still seems far too meager. I'm somewhat embarrassed."

"Expert Lin, the surgery for the injured child, using the approach you suggested, went quite smoothly."

Lei Jun expressed admiration, "This method has significant implications for treating serious comminuted fractures."

"More importantly, this treatment method uses inexpensive materials, much cheaper than some specially designed titanium nets. Moreover, it reduces the risk of infection and doesn't require a second surgery."

Lin Jie waved his hand, saying, "No need to exaggerate; this treatment method is not my original creation."

He went on to explain, "I once read in a medical paper that a foreign medical research organization successfully developed a type of spider silk."

"This spider silk can be used to create a biological composite material, which can serve as a wound dressing to promote healing and can replace natural skin in transplant surgeries."

"The paper also mentioned that this spider silk could be woven into various sizes of vascular stents to seal injured blood vessels."

Lin Jie humbly said, "I just slightly modified their idea of vascular stents."

"For example, replacing blood vessels with bones and considering weaving a mesh sleeve with sutures..."

Lei Jun looked admiringly and said, "Expert Lin, your associative and expansive application deeply impresses me."

"I also remember the paper you mentioned."

"But I never thought about it from this angle."

Lin Jie said with some self-satisfaction, "Perhaps it belongs to epiphany or maybe flashes of wisdom..."

Shortly after Lei Jun left, as Lin Jie was still studying the medical record, he was interrupted once more by a visitor.

Seeing it was Guan Muhua, Lin Jie asked in confusion, "Qin Gang has something urgent and asked you to cover?"

Guan Muhua shook his head, saying, "No, it's that I personally have something and need your help."

"When you say that, it sounds distant. We have risked our lives together, haven't we?"

Lin Jie laughed, "Is it family, friends, or a request from them? Do you have a medical record? Let me see it first."

Guan Muhua shook his head again, saying, "It's not a patient's issue."

"Dr. Lin, I know you are friends with a detective from the Municipal Bureau. I hope you can introduce us."

"Oh, what exactly happened?"

Lin Jie asked with concern, "Tell me about it, perhaps I can find someone better suited to help."

Guan Muhua spoke heavily, "Dr. Lin, I can't tell you about it, not just yet!"

Seeing his insistence, Lin Jie had no choice but to call Kong Mingqing in front of him.

"Brother Kong, my assistant Guan Muhua needs your help with something."

Lin Jie solemnly reminded, "Brother Kong, within permissible conditions, be sure to do your best — consider it as me owing you a favor..."