The Sports Healer Starting from Milan

When Lin Mu returned with four jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), he saw Zhang Xin and the other two drinking tofu pudding, with a bowl of tofu pudding on the empty seat.

Well, how should I put it?

There is no braising liquid.

It's just plain white tofu with white sugar.

"Is this also tofu pudding?" Lin Mu wondered.

"Dr. Lin, the conditions are limited."

Zhang Xin was also at his wit's end.

He had never seen what sweet tofu pudding looked like since he was a child.

You can only add sugar to the tofu pudding literally, and that makes it sweet, right?

That's it.

Despite the puzzled looks from countless people, he still went to get the white sugar for the soy milk.

"All right."

Lin Mu handed the jianbing guozi to the group and began to enjoy his first meal back in China.

When the delicate and smooth tofu enters your mouth.

The aroma of soybeans is complemented by the sweetness of white sugar.

It was incredibly satisfying.

Then, take another bite of the salty and spicy jianbing guozi, and the two unique flavors blend together.

"Comfortable."

Lin Mu ate with even greater gusto.

Stephen and Patta, standing nearby, exchanged glances, neither of them quite used to the food.

"Mr. Zhang."

Pata asked curiously, "Why doesn't ours have sugar in it?"

Zhang Xin finally had someone to complain to. After organizing his thoughts, he said to the two of them in English, "Tofu pudding with sugar is like, well... eating pizza with pineapple in Italy."

Upon hearing this, Pata and the other person's expressions turned serious.

unacceptable!

He then looked at the trees as if they were monsters.

After a satisfying breakfast, Lin Mu felt refreshed and invigorated, and the fatigue from his long journey seemed to have vanished by now.

"Let's go."

Seeing the expressions on Pata's and the other person's faces, Lin Mu laughed and said, "It's not as serious as he said. If it's strawberry dumplings, then it's like a pineapple pizza."

Zhang Xinguang got goosebumps just thinking about strawberry dumplings.

The group headed towards Kyoto University Third Hospital.

As soon as I entered the orthopedics building, several people were holding up a banner that said something like "Welcome to provide guidance."

Lin Mu was a little embarrassed.

He doesn't have any professional title now, he's just an attending physician.

He's not even an associate professor.

However, he remembered that he was using his teacher's name to make the throwing knives, and his teacher told him that this would avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"Lin Mu, right? Roberto told me that when he published his core papers before, he never mentioned you with any pride."

Li Kangren patted Lin Mu on the shoulder like an elder.

"You're too kind."

Lin Mu said modestly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Kangren's eyes upon hearing this.

He originally thought that a genius like Lin Mu...

Before the age of thirty, he published articles in top journals and mastered a unique technique.

He will likely become arrogant because of his talent.

I didn't expect him to be so humble.

My old friend has a good student.

Lee Kang-in felt a little envious and glanced back at his students.

Those few people were still a bit bewildered.

After realizing what had happened, they all gave each other a wry smile.

Seeing that a welcoming ceremony was about to be held, Lin Mu quickly said to Li Kangren, "Director Li, let's go see the patient first, and I need to see the results of the preoperative examinations."

"no problem."

Li Kangren nodded and led Lin Mu upstairs.

Lin Mu looked around at the hospitals in China. Although the facilities were not good enough, there were more people than at San Rafael Hospital.

After all, San Rafael Hospital is a private hospital.

Most of those who can afford to come for medical treatment have some money.

In contrast, the service recipients of domestic hospitals are primarily the general public.

Lin Mu had considered returning to China, but the abilities the system had given him would impose greater restrictions on him there.

He also longed for a more affluent life.

Of course, if he has the opportunity to help domestic athletes in the future, he will still do his best.

Just like this time.

We arrived at the ward at the end of the third floor.

Lin Mu finally met Zhao Ruirui, not the one listed in the medical record.

Zhao Ruirui was lying in a hospital bed at that moment.

They don't seem to have such a serious illness.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He is indeed quite tall.

Therefore, there might be problems when performing surgery.

"Hello Zhao Ruirui, I am Lin Mu. Your uncle Zhao Shun should have told you about me."

Lin Mu stepped forward and smiled.

"Oh, so early? I..."

Zhao Ruirui was startled.

She had been hoping that Lin Mu would come, so she kept an eye on his whereabouts, thinking that he would rest after landing.

Unexpectedly, we ended up at the hospital.

She was planning to put on some light makeup after her afternoon nap and then go out to buy gifts for Lin Mu and his colleagues.

"Your uncle is on his way, let's do the physical examination first."

Lin Mu looked down at his clothes.

Li Kangren waved his hand behind him, "Let's use our changing room first. The clothes and everything are ready. Xiao Li, take Dr. Lin over there."

Lin Mu followed Xiao Li out of the ward.

A number of doctors quickly appeared outside the locker room.

Patients come from orthopedics departments as well as other departments, drawn by the reputation of the clinic.

"Have you read Dr. Lin's paper? It's absolutely brilliant! The tension differential formula is truly groundbreaking!"

"He's kind of handsome!"

"I'm a Real Madrid fan. When I heard about Raul's condition, I thought his season was over, but I didn't expect Dr. Lin to cure him."

"..."

Discussions continued to rise.

Until Lin Mu pushed open the door and came out, his demeanor was completely different from before, and an invisible confidence surrounded him.

The crowd fell silent abruptly.

Lin Mu nodded politely and walked quickly toward the ward.

Zhao Ruirui's test results are in.

Lin Mu glanced at it briefly and found it to be similar to before: a third-degree tear of the meniscus, a stress fracture in the middle of the right tibia, and nonunion.

He also checked the blood routine, coagulation, liver and kidney function, and infection screening results.

Then he squatted down beside the hospital bed and said, "Pull your trouser legs up a bit."

Zhao Ruirui obediently pulled it open, revealing a very obvious surgical scar about fifteen centimeters long.

Lin Mu sighed.

The tibial internal fixation and plate removal left eight holes in her tibia, which should now be filled with new bone tissue.

But the bones also became fragile.

Lin Mu looked at it carefully.

The healing of several holes was not satisfactory.

"Let me take a look at the MRI scans."

After Lin Mu finished speaking, someone handed it to him. After reading it, he thought for a moment and said, "There is occult edema in the lower part of the tibia, the quality of the callus is not very good, the density is uneven, and there are tiny cracks in the cortex."

The ward fell silent instantly.

Bone callus density can be seen through X-rays, but how can occult edema be detected?

"Teacher Lin, I'd like to ask, how did you make that judgment?"

A young doctor in his mid-twenties regretted asking the question as soon as he finished.

Questioning the attending physician's judgment in front of the patient.

That was too reckless.

"Hold the film up to the light."

Lin Mu handed over the film and explained casually, "Isn't there a diffuse signal at the edge of the bone cortex?"

Everyone crowded around the film and squinted to watch it.

My eyes are sore from looking so hard, but I still can't see it.

Because the film has a faint bluish tint under natural light, the gray tones of bone, muscle, and soft tissue are layered upon each other.

Li Kangren sighed; the gap in their fundamentals was too large.

He then pointed to the film and said, "This line has become thinner."