Sports Medicine Master System-Chapter 163 - 115: Only an Idiot Would Use Stimulants

Chapter 163: Chapter 115: Only an Idiot Would Use Stimulants

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 name was William Ackman.

Born in Germany, he had immigrated to the United States as a child. He was a classmate of Jamie’s in medical school and later specialized in orthopedics.

With his tall, sturdy build, he was a natural when it came to handling bones.

But his talent was limited, and he’d never really made a name for himself. When Jamie heard that Chen Yu was looking to hire another doctor, he recommended him.

After some 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 meniscus transplant surgery.

For this operation, Chen Yu had specially prepared one Diamond Level and one Gold Level treatment effect.

The surgery itself wasn’t particularly difficult.

First, he cleaned and trimmed the edges of the remaining meniscus.

The so-called "meniscus removal" didn’t actually mean 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 meniscus attach in order to anchor the graft.

Then, he would suture the transplanted meniscus 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 time, it would wear down just the same and had a limited lifespan.

This was why the medical community was constantly researching artificial menisci—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 meniscus 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 agreement. ’He’s a doctor, yet he’s fussier than any patient.’

He quickly anchored the meniscus and sutured it in place.

William couldn’t see anything unusual, but Chen Yu could. The treatment effect was already active. Within the red zone, capillaries at the freshly trimmed edges were already growing toward the new meniscus.

At this point, the surgery could be considered a success.

After the recovery period, the transplanted meniscus 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 medical examination would ever detect this science-defying phenomenon.

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 meniscus 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 menisci for the transplant, Chen Yu had used his Eye of All-Seeing to observe them for a long time, 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 meniscus 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 meniscus’s fit.

Not bad.

The compatibility was over ninety percent.

That was already nearly perfect. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"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 embarrassment. "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 moment and decided to head to Carl’s room.

’Forget resting,’ he thought. ’Time 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 Times, 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 Times.

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.