Surgery Godfather-Chapter 427 - 0394 Only my teacher can do this surgery_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 0394: Only my teacher can do this surgery!_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 0394: Only my teacher can do this surgery!_2

After filling out the forms, the guiding nurse and the interpreter led the Bao Family up to the waiting room on the second floor, a separate waiting room.

The guiding nurse poured them coffee and apologized, explaining that Professor Robert was busy. She asked them to wait patiently; when it was their turn, someone would notify them and guide them into Doctor Robert’s office.

The walls of the waiting room were adorned with photographs of Robert’s grandfather and father: brief introductions to their medical careers, their contributions to medicine, and the history of the clinic.

On another wall, there were pictures of three generations of the Robert family with some celebrities, tycoons, and politicians.

“The competence of American doctors is indeed admirable, even their nurses are incredibly professional – quite unlike the ones back home,” said Junhao, leaning on his crutch, as he admired the display of the Robert family’s distinguished medical career.

Bao Yulou, upon hearing this, was irritated: “Watch your words!”

Mrs. Bao was unhappy: “Junhao is right. At that awful Sanbo Hospital back home, they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. They moved his leg around and ended up making his injury even worse!”

“That’s enough, let’s wait quietly,” Bao Yulou found his wife hard to handle.

“Are there good opportunities here for Junhao to play soccer and develop his career?” Bao Yulou asked Manager Qian, whom he trusts.

Manager Qian replied honestly: “President Bao, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible.”

Bao Yulou felt that it wasn’t the right time to discuss this and quickly changed the topic.

Everyone waited in silence. Mrs. Bao, growing bored, went over to read the information on the wall. She hardly understood English but could make some sense out of the pictures. Mrs. Bao complained intermittently about the poor medical skills in China and blamed Bao Yulou for poor planning, for making their son wait so long.

Doctor Robert’s office door opened, and a towering athlete came out cheerfully, bidding Robert goodbye. He was happy because his surgery had been scheduled.

“Mr. Bao, it’s your turn now.” being accompanied by a nurse and a translator, both were smiling.

“Are you all accompanying Mr. Bao?” The nurse sought everyone’s opinion.

Mrs. Bao nodded her head: “Yes, we all are.”

Under the lead of the nurse and the interpreter, everyone entered the office in single file and finally met the legendary Professor Robert. He was tall, with reddened nose, crew cut and exuded the aura of an internationally reputed sports medicine expert.

The nurse collected Young Master Bao’s height, weight, heart rate, blood pressure, pulse, and body temperature data.

“Please take a seat—” Professor Robert was very polite.

Everyone sat down on the sofa which was opposite to Dr. Robert’s seat. As Young Master Bao sat, he wriggled slightly on the sofa. He was nervous and feeling a little uneasy.

“Very good, a football player. Mr. Bao, you must know C Ronaldo? He is a good friend of mine.”

Seeing Junhao’s medical record and his Chinese name, Robert guessed that this was a Chinese patient.

Now Robert had special respect for the Chinese. He specifically instructed his nurse to welcome Mr. Bao in Chinese when they met him.

C Ronaldo, Young Master Bao knew of course, but C Ronaldo did not know Young Master Bao.

“Pretty good, pretty good!” Young Master Bao exclaimed vaguely.

The translator was proficient and translated accurately, according to what Young Master Bao intended.

“Chinese?” Robert’s eyebrows raised as he cut to the chase.

Mrs. Bao swiftly replied: “Oh, no, we already have a U.S. Green Card.”

“Why didn’t you get treated in China?” Robert was a bit puzzled.

Young Master Bao, nervously said: “The medical standards in China are so poor that they can’t treat my knee injury, so we had to seek Professor Robert’s help.”

“Yes, the medical level in China is too poor, they simply can’t cure it.” Mrs. Bao chipped in sycophantically.

The Chinese translator, who happened to be a Chinese international student, was annoyed when he heard this. However, professional ethics dictated that he did not look unhappy but translated accurately, word for word.

Professor Robert furrowed his brows, feeling displeased: “I have studied your medical records in detail. Now, I need to conduct some simple physical examinations on you, is that okay?”

The nurse assisted Young Master Bao to lie down on the examination table, while Dr. Robert patiently inquired about his medical history and conducted a comprehensive and thorough physical examination of his knee joint.

When conducting the medial and lateral stress test on the knee joint, Professor Robert exerted more force to determine the stability, which caused Junhao to feel excruciating pain.

Professor Robert asked: “Does it hurt?”

Young Master Bao gritted his teeth and nodded: “Just a little!”

After seeing this, Mrs. Bao muttered to Bao Yulou, “American doctors are truly professional. The doctor back in China didn’t exert any force at all.”

After completing the detailed examination, Robert took off his gloves and washed his hands. The nurse sprayed a no-rinse hand sanitizer, and Robert sterilized his hands.

The nurse assisted Young Master Bao off the examination table and back onto the sofa.

“Mr. Bao, your right knee injury is very severe. If you wish to return to the pitch, it will be extremely difficult—” After the examination, Professor Robert confirmed that it was a typical case of a quintessential injury, extremely severe, and could directly lead to retirement.

Mrs. Bao immediately grew worried: “Professor, this is the most advanced hospital in the world, and you are the best doctor in the world. There must be a way, right?”

Doctor Robert nodded: “You’re very lucky. In the past, you would’ve had no other choice but to retire, possibly even struggle to recover your normal walking ability. But now, there is hope that you can return to the pitch.”

“That’s great!”

Mrs. Bao was overjoyed. Coming here was the right choice. Top doctors in the world were incomparable to local ones back in China.

“When can we schedule the surgery?” Manager Qian asked with concern.

Robert considered for a moment: “I am currently unable to perform this surgery. It must be done by my teacher.”

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There was a surgery that even Robert couldn’t perform? Young Master Bao found it hard to believe.

“Let’s follow Professor Robert’s plan.”

Bao Yulou understood well. If Dr. Robert’s teacher was to operate, he must be more skilled than Robert. The Bao family did not know who was the leading expert in sports medicine in the United States, so they decided to follow Doctor Robert’s arrangement.

“To return to the pitch, only my teacher can perform this surgery. He is very busy right now, and I don’t know if he would be willing or be able to make the time for this surgery. So, you must go back and wait for news. I’ll notify you when I manage to contact him,” said Robert unhurriedly.

“However, if I manage to arrange him to perform the surgery here, the fee will certainly be very high,” Robert added in advance.

Money is not an issue.

Mrs. Bao was very happy: “No problem, Professor. We’re very grateful if you could arrange it for us as soon as possible!”

Mrs. Bao clasped her hands together in a gesture of gratitude, trying her best to look like a lady from high society.

“I must remind you that everything is just a possibility at the moment. If my teacher is unwilling to perform the surgery or unable to find the time, I can only express my regret,” Professor Robert said seriously.

What?

“Professor Robert, money is not an issue.” Manager Qian became anxious, unsure of what they were supposed to do.

Robert shook his head: “Your values are wrong; it’s not about the money.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, we meant no disrespect. We’re just anxious about the surgery. We’re counting on Professor Robert’s help—” Mrs. Bao spoke politely and then glared at Manager Qian.

“I’ll try my best. Any other questions?” Dr. Robert asked.

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