Chapter 400

The main wound of the polytrauma patient was in the abdomen.

The superficial soft tissue injuries on the limbs caused by abrasions were actually very simple.

Only four or five very superficial lacerations, not even enough for Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian to pick their teeth with.

A problem that any resident physician from any orthopedics department could solve; Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian operated simultaneously on both sides, finishing the bilateral suturing in just a little over four minutes.

After suturing, covering the wounds with sterile gauze and cotton pads, Fang Ziye cautiously glanced at Nie Mingxian, said nothing, but probed his fingers at the dorsalis pedis artery location on his right hand, signaling an OK gesture to Nie Mingxian.

Nie Mingxian understood and signaled back the same way to Fang Ziye.

Only after visually confirming good distal perfusion in the lower limbs did the two leave the operating table.

Chen Hongxing said with a hint of grievance: "Brother Hao, I feel like Brother Ming is really comfortable. Every time Ziye comes, he can be especially relaxed."

"The Emergency Department people know too; anyway, whether there's vascular injury or not, as soon as they see a limb injury, they directly call Ziye first."

Chen Hongxing, Chief Resident of Gastrointestinal Surgery, and Chen Minghao, Associate Professor of Vascular Surgery, were from the same clan; calling him Brother was only natural.

Chen Minghao was currently verifying the vascular management completed by Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian, looking up: "Emergency Department people, as soon as they see a limb wound, regardless of whether there's an issue or not, they directly call Fang Ziye?"

Fang Ziye wasn't Vascular Surgery staff; helping with vascular issues was for emergency risk aversion; even if a problem arose, it wasn't Fang Ziye's responsibility.

If Chen Minghao failed to catch it, that would be his full responsibility; therefore he had to be cautious.

Naturally, responsibility was secondary; more important was repeated verification to ensure the patient's rescue proceeded smoothly, ultimately reversing the life-threatening danger safely.

Chen Minghao nodded: "Right, from what Emergency Director Huang Yan meant, they shoot a few shots whether there's a date or not..."

"Then this Chief Resident is pretty unlucky."

Chen Minghao's eyes held pity—

What messy situation is also called Trauma Surgery; isn't this just using Fang Ziye as a coolie?

However, Chen Minghao also said: "But this Fang Ziye is pretty awesome..."

Fang Ziye and the Chief Resident from the previous sentence meant the same thing.

"Brother Xian, don't laugh at me, I'm not a professional vascular surgeon, so handling arteries and veins, this is just the level I'm at." In the changing room, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were truly open with each other.

No way around it; changing clothes in the operating room, if you don't want to be open with outsiders, unless you don't enter the operating room.

Nie Mingxian's Vascular Anastomosis operational proficiency was higher than Fang Ziye's by more than a little; at least Level 4 with 3000+ proficiency.

Fang Ziye's Vascular Anastomosis level wasn't that high, so he couldn't estimate specifics, only knew he was stronger than himself.

Hemostasis Technique and Vascular Anastomosis are two different categories.

Many concepts and theories of Hemostasis Technique exist solely for life-saving hemostasis; any method that can achieve rapid hemostasis falls within the scope of Hemostasis Technique.

Nie Mingxian then said: "Ziye, you're not a vascular surgery specialist, reaching your current level already makes many vascular surgeons sweat with shame."

"Including myself."

Nie Mingxian laughed: "Of course, if your inner thought is to dimensionally strike down all vascular surgeons in all aspects, that's not within my current discussion scope."

Nie Mingxian's gaze toward Fang Ziye immediately turned like looking at a kindred spirit.

Last time he saw Fang Ziye was last year; back then in Enshi's Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye was just middling; at that time Fang Ziye could only show some skill in Manual Reduction Technique.

But unexpectedly, in just this short year, Fang Ziye's change made even Nie Mingxian feel inferior.

"I feel you're not quite right." Nie Mingxian concluded.

Fang Ziye smiled and looked at his own Hemostasis Technique; purely in terms of operation, it was definitely inferior to Nie Mingxian's, only Level 4 200/5000 proficiency, but no choice, Fang Ziye's Vascular Surgery Theory—

'Vascular Surgery Basic Theory Level 5 4000/50000!'

Under such proficiency, as long as those peerless old monsters don't show up, even National Treasure level old professors, Fang Ziye could battle a round or two with them.

No matter how monstrous Nie Mingxian is, he definitely hasn't reached this step.

Under the blessing of profound theory, Fang Ziye's Hemostasis Technique cannot be simply viewed as Level 4 200/5000 proficiency.

Awesome theory is good, but just knowing theory won't do.

Fang Ziye looked at his Level 5 skill library.

【Debridement Technique, Puncture Technique, Hemostasis Technique, Manual Reduction Technique, Vascular Surgery Theory, Animal Basic Experiment Technique Package, Tendon Suturing Technique, CT Reading Technique, Manual Massage】

Next step, Fang Ziye's direction of advance is the corresponding theories of Trauma Surgery and Orthopedics.

"What's there to be right or not right about?"

"Brother Xian, it's getting late, for us next, it's still that principle: sleep when you can! ~"

"Days like these, once the Emergency Department's Trauma Surgery department is formally established, it'll probably ease up a bit." Fang Ziye said.

"Mm, let's go, sleep! ~" Nie Mingxian didn't waste more words either.

Mutual understanding between men should be slowly learned in daily life; the depth of perfected mutual understanding mostly occurs between men and women.

—

Han Yuanxiao sat in the Chief's position, face dark and silent, tone low:

"Because the Vascular Surgery Emergency Outpatient Clinic closure application has been approved by the hospital, an Emergency Surgery consultation room has become surplus; we submitted an application to establish a Trauma Center Emergency Outpatient Clinic last month, and received approval yesterday."

"Approval granted for us to formally open the Emergency Trauma Center outpatient consultation room next Monday."

"And, the Emergency Department's Observation Ward, EICU, Emergency Surgery Ward will specially reserve 3, 1, and 4 beds respectively for our Trauma Center."

"If there are still extra patients, both our Trauma Surgery and Emergency Surgery wards have extra rooms; Professor Liu, please don't worry about this."

Liu Huanglong heard this, brows furrowing deeper, looked up: "Professor Han, I'm not worried about the bed issue."

"Rather, I feel that establishing the Trauma Center consultation room in this form is quite lamentable."

"Previously, Dr. Mi Qi who routinely covered the Vascular Surgery Emergency Clinic, when he operated, I was present..."

Liu Huanglong stopped there and didn't continue.

If following normal procedure, if a Trauma Center is to be established, a new consultation room should be opened separately, not converting an existing one into a Trauma Center.

Han Yuanxiao naturally understood what Liu Huanglong meant to express, sighed lightly: "No matter what, people must walk forward, not keep looking back."

"Everything has cause and effect; for example, during the May 1st holiday, our hospital's Emergency Department had one more death from abdominal aortic dissection due to the removal of the Vascular Surgery Emergency Clinic."

"These are things that can't be helped."

"Our hospital's current medical conditions are also quite limited; Vascular Surgery being able to spare one doctor to go to Emergency and open a specialty emergency clinic has already stretched the hospital thin."

Speaking of this, Han Yuanxiao emphasized once more: "I still need to stress the safety issue."

"Regarding our department's doctors, in terms of pure strength, I generally don't worry."

"However, if conditions permit, you can hire a professional boxing coach. I'll emphasize this once more here."

"We doctors are first normal citizens enjoying the rights of Eastern Han, then citizens of Han City or some province, and only then students or staff of Zhongnan Hospital."

"Normal citizens enjoy the right of legitimate self-defense, and so do we!"

"Grasp the proper measure — don't strike first!"

"Defend yourselves at all times! Even going in is still better than going down!" Han Yuanxiao, as a Trauma Surgery doctor, had also seen his share of scenes.

As one of the hospital departments with the most medical disputes, the probability of physical altercations occurring was the smallest — this was the foundation laid by the hospital's seniors, and today's Han Yuanxiao was also one of those seniors.

"What I have to say is just this: Trauma Surgery wants to establish an Emergency Trauma Center outpatient clinic — first guarantee your own safety, and after that, do your own duty well."

"If we can save one more person, save one more; if we can bring peace and health to one more patient, strive to bring it to one more."

"Policies are getting better and better, and corresponding systems are becoming more and more complete. The Provincial Health Commission is giving our hospital's Emergency more and more conveniences — currently in principle, rescue efforts cannot be delayed due to cost issues."

"But it's only in principle that rescue cannot be delayed due to cost issues — not anything else!"

"Before the hospital's and department's self-financing policy is cancelled, we also have to consider the issue of the department's people supporting their families……"

Han Yuanxiao, now serving as Ward Director, considered a broader range of issues.

The department operated on a self-financing basis; if you acted on kindness, in the end everyone would bear the corresponding costs together, and the salaries and performance bonuses issued would be less.

Moreover, the hospital would take a cut of the department's performance bonuses — this portion was immutable, and would absolutely not be reduced because of your special circumstances.

……

This counted as the first time since Han Yuanxiao took the Director's position that he had spoken about money issues!

As soon as Han Yuanxiao finished speaking, Associate Professor Peng Long raised his head and said: "Professor Han, last month our group's patient cost issue is my personal responsibility — deduct the temporary arrears from me, don't let it go to the department."

What Peng Long spoke of was something even Fang Ziye wasn't too clear on, so he looked toward Peng Long's direction.

But Han Yuanxiao said: "Peng Long, this isn't your personal problem — it's the department's problem. Don't act all noble. And don't treat the other people in the department as vulgar money-grubbers."

"We're vulgar people too!"

"You're already an Associate Professor, you have enough experience, and I believe you certainly have other considerations and thoughts — but the resulting facts, I must inform everyone during the department handover."

"Today's handover ends here…… everyone begin ward rounds on your own." Han Yuanxiao pressed down Peng Long's attempt to nobly shoulder the responsibility alone, then announced the end of the handover.

……

During ward rounds, Fang Ziye curiously asked Li Yuanpei what exactly had happened with Peng Long's group — how could he, the Chief Resident, not know?

However, Li Yuanpei clearly wasn't too clear either, only saying: "Seems like Associate Professor Peng Long performed a surgery, the cost issue wasn't urged for payment in time, and in the end the patient left owing money."

"Called but no one answered, and the other phone number left was also a dead line."

"Don't know the rest — the arrears seem to be twenty-some thousand or thirty thousand……"

Seeing Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei whispering, Yuan Weihong kicked Fang Ziye and laughed scoldingly: "Director Nie, please be forgiving — this student of mine really has no rules. He's just used to being thick-skinned."

With Yuan Weihong's shout, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei immediately snapped to attention and properly called out: "Hello, Director Nie."

Nie Mingxian, although his doctorate hadn't yet graduated, was a genuine Deputy Chief Physician by title — his surface professional title was even higher than Yuan Weihong's Attending Physician.

Mm, Yuan Weihong was taking the professional title promotion exam together with Fang Ziye at the end of May this year — only after passing could he possibly become an Associate Professor and Deputy Chief Physician.

Nie Mingxian was worldly-wise, so he slightly cupped his hands and said: "Teacher Yuan, Ziye and I each mind our own — please don't put other hats on me."

"I've just arrived, and with great difficulty found an iron brother as a backer — Teacher Yuan, you're going to push away my resting place."

"That's not very thick-skinned/kind." Nie Mingxian's words carried pressure within the joke.

There was a flavor of insinuating Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong actually didn't have that meaning — he looked seriously at Nie Mingxian, eyes narrowing cautiously, mouth corner twitching: "Director Nie's attack trajectory has some substance to it?"

Liu Huanglong, cautious that Nie Mingxian wasn't Yuan Weihong's match, hurriedly interjected: "Doctor Yuan, don't bully the kid — Little Nie is still much younger than you."

Yuan Weihong then looked at Nie Mingxian and said: "Kids nowadays hit pretty hard."

Yuan Weihong's actual meaning was that Nie Mingxian was only thirty-two and already a Deputy Chief Physician — by the time he reached Yuan Weihong's age, who knew, he might even become a Chief Physician.

"Hey—!" Liu Huanglong instantly let out a sharp cry, looking at Fang Ziye: "Makes sense — kids nowadays hit pretty hard."

"Two Professors, several Directors, done chatting? If so, take Little Deng on ward rounds?" Deng Yong, touching the flesh mole on his chin, came over to "request instructions."

A group of people immediately snapped to attention and followed behind Deng Yong, falling silent.

Going on ward rounds, they happened to run into Han Yuanxiao's team — Han Yuanxiao's group was the middle twenty beds.

Deng Yong's team was basically equal in numbers to Han Yuanxiao's team.

Liu Huanglong "flat" Associate Professor position, Nie Mingxian at most counted as an Attending — like the previous Li Nuo, Fang Ziye at most counted as a Doctorate slot.

Yet the quality of the two teams was completely disproportionate.

Han Yuanxiao smiled, paused his steps to look at Deng Yong, shook his head enviously, then lowered his head and led his team inside.

Deng Yong held his head high and chest out, strode with an eight-character gait toward his managed beds 1-20.

Upon entering, he asked Bed 1: "How did you sleep yesterday? Surgery's going to be next Monday, eh."

"Our surgery days are Monday and Friday — yesterday happened to be Friday, Saturday was Thursday last week's shift, so it wasn't our group's surgery day." Deng Yong explained.

After the May 1st holiday schedule adjustment, which day's shift from last week determined different groups' surgery days — because of the May 1st holiday, the department had a huge number of newly admitted patients.

This was a tibial segmental defect patient, treated at a prefecture-level city hospital for a month before being transferred to Zhongnan Hospital — waited a long time in Outpatient, then queued a long time for admission.

After admission, seeing everyone queued like this, everyone complaining together created resonance, but all the hostility and anxiety gradually dissipated.

What way could there be?

So many patients, wanting the doctors here to process all patients in a few days, then work a few doctors to death — afterwards everyone goes to Tongji Union to queue even longer?

Everyone wants surgery early, everyone wants to jump the queue.

The patient was a young woman, her left foot currently in a long plaster cast, sitting on the bed with a smiling face: "Professor Deng, whenever you say to do the surgery, that's when it has to be, we have no way either."

"Just want to get it done early, get peace of mind early, get out of bed early and get back to work early!"

Although already accustomed to the woman's submissive tone, Deng Yong was also helpless: "Hmm... this there's no way, holiday-adjacent surgery scheduling, can only be slowly queued."

"But you all rest assured, our department is also still asking the hospital to strive for more operating rooms, then we'll see if we can do full-day split station one day, one day's surgical volume can equal two days' surgical volume."

"This Professor Liu before..." Deng Yong was equivalent to giving a preventive inoculation to the other three unoperated people in the ward.

Yesterday's three surgical beds, one was Yan Chu, stayed for several months. The other two were both admitted before the holiday, at that time the department also had no surgery days left, but the patients also said since they finally got beds they'd come in.

Actually hospitalization costs are cheaper than staying in a hotel outside.

"Professor Deng, surgery must be fast, quality must also be good." The young woman said.

Deng Yong directly patted Liu Professor's shoulder: "Sister, this Professor Liu you may not know, but his technique, you can rest a hundred hearts."

The young woman knew how to use a phone, directly Baidu'd the three characters Huanglong, whole person startled: "Professor Liu is a Peking Union Medical College Hospital orthopedics expert?"

The other two beds' patient friends also had eyes light up...

Yesterday because it was Professor Deng Yong's surgery day, during ward rounds, where did Deng Yong have free time to greet these things?

"Professor Liu giving you surgery? Can do?"

The young woman nodded like a sieve: "Can can. That's definitely can, I listen to Professor Deng and Professor Liu's arrangements."

In Hubei Province people's hearts, Union and Tongji, are higher-end than Zhongnan, regardless of any department, they all understand it this way.

Only when feeling inconvenient, or couldn't get an appointment, would they second-choice come to Zhongnan Hospital for treatment.

Liu Huanglong hearing this said: "Then thank you all patient friends for your trust."

Then turned head soft voice said: "Professor Deng, hospital arranged my outpatient day is every Thursday, I'm already late by nearly half an hour now."

"I told the outpatient guide, I'm working overtime at noon without rest so pushed back a bit... how about we do ward rounds fast today?"

Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong first time cooperating to form a team, and Liu Huanglong's outpatient day was also temporarily arranged, so Deng Yong really didn't especially understand Liu Huanglong's outpatient day.

Hearing this nodded: "Good, then we'll go slightly faster..."

Bed-managing doctor Liu Haihua immediately came up to report basic situation, then also reported preoperative examination results and consultation results: "Master, now Bed 1 is just blood pressure slightly unstable, still occasionally fluctuating around 150, already requested Cardiology and Anesthesiology consultation."

"More often, systolic is around 140-145."

Liu Haihua tone hesitant, because perioperative period, recommendation is hypertensive patients' blood pressure controlled below 140 optimal.

She's also not malignant hypertension, so, current blood pressure actually still not well controlled.

"Then wait for consultation results, actually 145 and 140 not much difference, Anesthesiology side won't quibble over trifles either."

"Then you like this, continue strengthen plantarflexion, dorsiflexion functional exercises..." Deng Yong quickly finished instructing, walked toward Bed 2.

Liu Huanglong is a professor, is Chief Physician outpatient. Released outpatient numbers quickly get cleared, also can't delay too long time.

8:52, Fang Ziye and others arrived at little friend Yan Chu's bedside.

Just entered door, saw pain not very obvious Yan Chu, currently laboriously moving her own toes and ankle joint, both hands clasped pinching her own thigh, head tilted toward Professor Deng smiling.

"Grandpa Deng, look, I can move oh."

Speaking, she again moved her "not too good-looking" little feet back and forth a few times.

But even just these few times, already made her and her parents feel like basking in spring breeze.

Compared to before lower limbs completely stiff, unable to move and no pain sensation either, now Yan Chu's state, even if cannot recover to before injury, cannot take college entrance exam, cannot walk art student path.

At least broadly looks like a normal person.

Parents' greatest demand for child is health.

Fang Ziye seeing this, entered door just brought gloves he, hurriedly put on examination gloves, then came to bedside lower edge, index finger pressed on Yan Chu's hallux dorsum: "Come, lift up, push against my finger."

Yan Chu complied, hallux nail dorsum lifted Fang Ziye's finger up two or three centimeters then stopped.

And before, because mangled extremity, Yan Chu's entire foot muscles were all stiff adhesion state, simply couldn't move.

Now able to move single toe, completely a miracle.

"Press down~" Fang Ziye continued saying.

Yan Chu continued complying, and maybe because had sensation, therefore hallux touching Fang Ziye's warm index finger after, also a bit shy.

She ultimately just a fifteen-sixteen year old little girl, and Fang Ziye also a bit handsome, Yan Chu also a bit can't handle it.

"Very good! ~ You all must properly thank Professor Liu, this nerve transplant surgery postoperative functional recovery, top notch." Fang Ziye gave Liu Huanglong a big thumbs up.

"Thank you Professor Liu." Yan Chu's parents hearing this mouths almost became clown-like, cupped fists bowed.

Then not waiting for Professor Liu guidance, again said: "Doctor Fang, Professor Deng, Doctor Yuan you all I must thank."

"But one point, you all don't refuse our wanting to give you things good intention, this time I send some fruit, milk can?"

"I send food, I also eat with you all... okay?" Yan Chu's father continued cupping hands, tone sincere.

"I really, just see you all also very hard work, I also know you all opened several meetings already..."

Deng Yong looked up and down at Yan Chu father's attire, should not be short of money type, so actively explained: "This isn't today's focus, also isn't our work focus."

"Mainly our hospital current rules very strict. Medical practitioners with treatment relationship must not accept patients' gifts."

"Before was can, but last month specially named and criticized."

"So, we also issued gag order, you all just buy more things Yan Chu wants to eat."

"Sincerity we all know."

"So, you also don't blame Little Duan."

Deng Yong actually still remembers this patient currently is Jie Han's division, thinking also memory of Jie Han deep.

"Sigh, now this rule? Really is, normal small personal favors exchange all not allowed, has a bit drain the pond to catch fish meaning." Yan Chu's father said.

Just speaking between, Fang Ziye already gave Yan Chu done corresponding toe exercise function examination—

Finally lightly patted patted: "Very excellent ah, Yan Chu, however, this is just beginning, you're very brave."

"In two days, it will hurt, it will hurt terribly, it will hurt until you cry, and you still have to be brave." Fang Ziye knew very clearly that after muscle adhesion debridement surgery, functional rehabilitation is the greatest help in preventing re-adhesion.

And at that time, that kind of pain would become even more intense.

Yan Chu nodded.

Fang Ziye then smiled: "Master, Professor Liu, judging from the current situation, the early rehabilitation results are still very good."

"It's just a pity the camera hasn't arrived today, so there's no way to record this scene. Such early rehabilitation, I haven't even seen it when I was overseas."

Liu Huanglong was a bit surprised: "Little Fang, you've been overseas before?"

"Aren't you 5+3+1?"

Five years undergraduate, three years standardized training, one year doctorate — where would Fang Ziye have the time to go overseas?

Fang Ziye nodded, not delving deeper into this topic: "Yes, Teacher Liu. Yan Chu, I'll assign your parents a task to supervise and report on you. Starting now, you must persist in functional exercise every day."

"One cycle of dorsiflexion and plantarflexion, ten cycles per set, conduct twelve sets of training in an orderly manner today, can you do it!"

"That is, four sets each in the morning, noon, and evening."

"Don't do too many. At most, add one set each in the morning, noon, and afternoon as appropriate, but you can't do fewer!" Fang Ziye instructed.

Fang Ziye's rehabilitation has some substance to it, although what he excels at is only massage technique.

But massage technique also has a certain theoretical basis.

"Okay, Brother Fang." Yan Chu was very polite; by this moment she had already started the morning set of functional training.

Moreover, she persisted in dorsiflexion and plantarflexion very standardly for more than ten seconds.

Plantarflexion and dorsiflexion are not simple toe wiggling; they require the corresponding muscles to contract continuously for a period of time to have a functional exercise effect. Shaking back and forth or up and down has absolutely no effect.

After checking Yan Chu's room, they came to the male ward next door and spoke with another patient with a thigh mangled extremity about the surgery being temporarily delayed to further optimize the surgical plan.

The middle-aged man was a bit disappointed: "Doctor Deng, hadn't you optimized it already? The Yan Chu next door, I heard from my wife, can move quite well now."

The name Yan Chu was known by people in the nearby wards — cute, obedient, good-looking, sensible, loved by everyone.

The middle-aged man's wife went over to check on the situation every day.

"If it had been optimized well, we wouldn't have come to talk to you about this."

"It's just that we feel it's still necessary to optimize further."

"Yan Chu's surgical area is not large, only one foot. But you're different — your mangled extremity wound extends from below the knee joint!"

"Calculating proportionally based on normal limb length and surgical time, Yan Chu's surgery took a total of eight hours, with key operations lasting over four hours. Your surgery will be at least fourteen hours or even more."

"The duration of key operations will be at least around ten hours."

Deng Yong said this and patted the middle-aged man's shoulder: "Younger brother, we've known each other for so long. You should know I'm not someone who likes to deceive people or sell anxiety."

"So, to be cautious, I've still scheduled your surgery for next Friday. From now, there are still six days."

"Slow work yields fine products. Mainly, your current situation has no precedent. To do something original, how could it be that fast?"

The middle-aged man is Associate Professor Tong Jun's relative from the ICU, and also the first mangled extremity patient accepted by the department. He was infected for a long time before it was just recently controlled.

The situation is much more complex than Yan Chu's.

"Sigh, that's true!"

The middle-aged man sighed: "This leg — it only took 2.4 seconds to injure it. To save it, I've spent over a month, and there's still no visible effect."

"Sometimes I think, would it have been better to just amputate? By now I'd already be wearing a prosthesis and going out to work."

When a person lies in bed for a long time, their spirit will more or less have problems.

Even a normal person lying in bed for a long time is like this.

Let alone a patient who also has pain accompanying them, unable to sleep peacefully or soundly.

"Rest well. The treatment plan is our responsibility as doctors. You just focus on adjusting your mindset."

"Who knows, this month and a half of waiting might give you back a miracle. Of course, it might also just give you back a right leg without function that only provides support."

"But it's still much more convenient than a prosthesis." Deng Yong comforted him.

"Can only do it this way then." The middle-aged man sighed again, gazing at the ceiling, his gaze flickering — perhaps a bit envious and jealous of Yan Chu.

After Fang Ziye and the others left, the middle-aged man's wife came back again.

She said: "Let me tell you, the Yan Chu next door has already started moving."

"Husband, don't be anxious. Waiting longer is worth it."

"I recorded a video of Yan Chu exercising here. She moves quite well, look..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man took his wife's phone. In the not-too-clear video footage, Yan Chu's foot — which previously couldn't move at all — could actually start to flex. It seemed even places without sensation had gained some feeling...

"Husband, look. Yan Chu has recovered to this extent. If you can recover like this too, you won't have to be unemployed." His wife was very excited, as if seeing light in the darkness.

A glimmer of light finally flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes...

(Chapter End)