Surgery Godfather-Chapter 345 - 0328: Red-nosed Robert

Chapter 345: Chapter 0328: Red-nosed Robert

Professor Robert, aged forty-six, is at the peak of his career.

With a tall and sturdy body, he once won a medal in a New York bodybuilding competition. He always keeps his hair closely cropped, has blond hair, blue eyes, and a wide face. His prominent large nose is quite noticeable and appears somewhat red against his fair skin.

Therefore, people often privately refer to him as Red-Nosed Robert. At times he’s demure and exudes total gentleness, and at times, he has a fiery temper, like an enraged lion.

The massive fees for his surgeries have consistently placed him among the wealthiest physicians in the United States. Unlike some doctors who amassed wealth by investing in pharmaceutical companies and medical equipment, his wealth comes solely from performing surgeries.

According to the standard charges at the New York Special Surgery Hospital, the surgery cost alone varies from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of US dollars. If other costs are taken into account, the expenditure for a complete inpatient surgery usually exceeds one million US dollars.

However, there is virtually no way to make an appointment through the hospital’s channels. Their limited slots for the year are completely booked the instant they open for scheduling.

If you wish for him to operate personally, your best bet is to make an appointment through his private clinic and have the surgery take place there.

Although it’s referred to as a clinic, it’s actually a specialist hospital capable of performing surgeries at all levels of sports medicine. The surgical equipment and conditions there are absolutely world class.

Robert handed over the management of the clinic to a trusted professional manager, freeing himself from many worries and leaving him responsible only for the surgeries.

Here, patients pay exorbitant surgery fees and surgeries can be arranged as swiftly as possible, but there still is a waiting period, typically three months.

Certain patients with good personal connections with Robert have their surgeries expedited, but all other patients, regardless of where they’re from, wait in order of their appointment.

The appointment fee for the clinic is a flat rate of twenty thousand US dollars. Paying more or less is futile, it’s simply twenty thousand US dollars.

If you have surgery in the clinic, the surgery fee alone always exceeds one million US dollars. Of course, those who come to his private clinic for surgery, often spare no expense.

Several international stars from American basketball, American football and golf, have all undergone surgery by him. In the United States, for any professional athlete, given that the cost is not a concern, Doctor Robert is their first choice.

Robert’s grandfather and father were also doctors at the New York Special Surgery Hospital. His grandfather was the founder of its sports medicine department and his father promoted the department to a fresh pinnacle. He is the third generation in his family to practice medicine.

In the industry, he has a more precise title, “Little Robert”, to distinguish him from his grandfather “Old Robert”, and his father “Robert”.

However, with his father’s retirement, calling him Robert doesn’t cause any confusion, so people gradually started directly referring to him as Doctor Robert.

Robert sometimes swears, when he’s riled up, he’s like a roaring lion. His students secretly jest about him as Mr. Patton.

Once, a visiting boxing champion became emotionally unstable and in front of him said: “FUCK, can’t you do the surgery earlier, I’ve had enough.”

Professor Robert suddenly halted the conversation, stood up and walked towards the door, roaring at the boxing champion: “Bullshit, either you obediently wait for the next round of scheduling or you lose the chance to ever be my patient.”

The boxing champion had no choice but to wait obediently for several months. When he next met Robert, his attitude in their communication was very good. No one wanted to retire early when some surgeries could only be done well by Robert, so there’s no other option.

Hence in the sports circle, one saying is widely circulated, “You may offend your coach, even referees, but don’t you dare offend Red-Nosed Robert.”

Robert practises celibacy. His current mistress is his sixth, and three of them have children for him, raising the children as single mothers.

Now, Robert is performing a multi-ligament reconstruction on a former soldier’s knee. After receiving approval from Dr. Yang Ping of China, he’s using the surgical method outlined in Yang Ping’s paper.

Using the new method, the surgery went smoothly and the difficulty was significantly diminished. Robert had never found this type of surgery as relaxed as this.

If it were previously, he would have used various measuring templates before the operation, conduct measurements on the MRI image, and utilize CT scans and MRI for different reconstructions. Using 3D printing technology, he’d print out a patient’s knee joint simulation model, then perform a simulated surgery on it to get the ligament’s starting and ending points and tension data.

Even so, the surgery process was fraught with difficulties and the postoperative effectiveness was suboptimal. The initial stability only meets the requirements for normal walking and a limited amount of exercise such as jogging. The chance of returning to the field was close to zero.

Robert gave a name to this type of injury – “Retirement Multi-Syndrome,” although this is his personal name for the condition and it hasn’t been included in classic textbooks.

He believes his terminology will one day be included in textbooks, just like how a specific type of elbow triple injury is called “Terror Triad Syndrome.”

Doctor Robert hums a tune, he’s in an excellent mood. Each step of the procedure is executed with ease, and the experience will be even more delightful once he gets a hang of it.

This being his first time using the new method, Doctor Robert was very cautious and took more than four hours.

After the surgery, he manually tested the knee joint’s front-back, inner-outer, and rotational stability. The result exceeded his expectation – he could hardly believe that such a result could be achieved by this type of surgery had he not tested it himself.

End of examination, Robert laid the patient’s lower limb flat, excitedly patted the patient’s knee and said, “It’s brilliant! This former Navy Lieutenant has been blessed by God, making him the first patient of my new surgical procedure.”

Doctor Robert took a few steps away from the operating table, moved to an open area, turned his hips, and started to dance.

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“Doctor, is this your new surgical technique? The next Sports Medicine Congress is going to go wild over this.” His assistant had never seen the red-nosed doctor behave this way at an operating table.

Even when he had done something similar in the past, he only gyrated a few times after completely taking off his surgical gown. Today, he started dancing before he even undressed.

“Doctor, be mindful of sterility,” a plump patrolling nurse reminded him.

Robert was indifferent: “Jenny, the surgery is over. Barel is taking care of the final touches. I won’t be on the operating table anymore, so please don’t interrupt my dance. It’s not polite and it might hurt our colleagues’ feelings.”

He continued to dance as he undressed, then, like a stripper, made a saucy, sexy gesture and threw his surgical gown into the trash bin, blowing a kiss to everyone.

Camilla, Robert’s sixth lover, and his little Andrew were waiting for him in his office.

“Darling, was the surgery successful? Your expression tells me everything,” Camilla said, swinging her golden hair, her full figure wrapped in a long skirt.

A five or six-year-old black child ran towards him, hugging him: “Daddy—”

“Sweetheart, let daddy hug you.” Robert’s sturdy arms picked the child up, holding him to his chest.

“Oh, you’ve grown taller.” Robert kissed the child.

Robert and Camilla haven’t had a child yet. This black child wasn’t theirs, but an orphan whose single mother was shot and killed while protecting her students during a school shooting.

Robert and Camilla, as charity volunteers, temporarily acted as his foster parents, taking him out for fun whenever they had spare time and letting the child experience the love he lacked from his parents.

The child fell down from the loft when he was three, injuring his left knee and rupturing several of his ligaments. Because the child’s surgery would involve growth and development, it was more difficult than adult surgery, and, once failed, there was no remediation.

“I just had his MRI done, and the images were burned onto this CD.” Camilla took a CD from her bag and handed it to Robert.

Robert put down the child and took the CD: “His knee joint might be able to fully recover. Maybe a Chinese doctor can help him.”

“That’s great! But how can other doctors perform the surgery if even you can’t?” Camilla was surprised, excited but also a bit disappointed. Maybe it was just Robert’s way of amusing the child.

“I can’t be completely certain right now. I have to take a trip to China. Before I leave, I want to get Andrew’s most recent examination data, contact the Chinese doctor, send it to him in advance, and listen to his opinions. However, I will not make the final decision until I have witnessed Dr. Yang Ping’s surgery with my own eyes.”

“Daddy, these books are so heavy.” Little Andrew climbed onto the chair to reach a medical book on the desk.

“Careful, sweetheart. That thing is too heavy.” Robert took the book from Andrew, opened it and showed him.

“Daddy has another surgery, sweetheart. You and mommy stay here and play.” Robert gave Andrew a kiss.

Camilla and Robert hugged, Robert bending over as Camilla kissed his forehead: “Andrew will be home these few days. Come home early, we’ll be waiting. Love you, darling.”

“Love you, sweetheart. I’ll come home tonight and cook dinner for you.” Robert kissed Camilla’s forehead too.

“Daddy, you go to work. I want to bring this book home.”

Little Andrew was deep into the book, not even looking up.