Chapter 401

"Having disabled hands is the greatest blow to a neurosurgeon."

"Neurosurgeons rely on these hands to make a living."

"It's already a blessing to have survived."

"To be able to save others but not oneself—how tragic."

"He was too brilliant!"

"There are thousands of roads, but safety comes first; if driving isn't done properly, loved ones will shed tears."

"His medical career is truly ruined."

"I remember a novel that had 'Black Jade Intermittent Paste'? Get a box of that and it's guaranteed to cure him."

Although Strange's hands were treated by the best doctors available.

After the stitches were removed.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

He couldn't even eat or wash his face normally.

After communicating with hospital specialists many times.

He finally used a brand-new plan he provided himself.

To enter the operating room for a second surgery.

After the surgery came a much longer recovery period.

Yet it still failed to completely resolve the trembling issue.

Drinking water, writing, and shaving were all impossible to do normally.

As the recovery time passed.

There was no improvement.

Strange sought help everywhere.

In the end, even his friends started hanging up on him.

In a fit of rage, he violently swept everything off the table onto the floor.

Palmer walked in from the doorway.

She saw Strange sitting in the chair, looking utterly dejected.

"Did he disagree?"

Strange shook his head with a vacant gaze.

Then he cursed: "He's a quack!"

"There's a new technology abroad; they cultivate and upgrade donor stem cells, then use 3D printing for the chromosomal framework."

Strange said anxiously: "But I have to raise a sum of money first."

Palmer said: "Steve."

Strange said: "It's not much, the cost is only 200,000."

Palmer walked over and said: "Shi Difen, you always spend as much as you earn."

"You are completely overdrawing yourself."

"Shouldn't you consider giving up?"

Strange held his head in his hands.

Somewhat hysterically, he said: "No, no, no, now is definitely not the time to give up."

"You've seen it; I haven't gotten better at all."

Palmer said helplessly: "You aren't even treating the illness anymore; why are you so persistent?"

"There are some things you are simply powerless to change."

Strange stood by the bed, looking at his hands.

"A life without a career..."

Palmer replied: "That is still a life."

"It's not the end of the world; there will always be other things to make your life meaningful."

Strange turned his head to look at her and said: "Like what, you?"

Palmer stared at Strange.

"You should apologize to me now."

Strange said directly: "You should turn around and leave now."

Palmer was suddenly hurt and angry.

"Fine, I can't stand seeing you like this anyway."

Strange pestered: "You can't stand it, is that it?"

Palmer said with tears in her eyes: "Yes."

"I'm in pain; my heart breaks when I see you like this."

Strange said resolutely: "I don't want your pity."

Palmer said: "I am not pitying you."

Strange gradually became more manic.

"Then why did you come here?"

"Bringing cheese and red wine, as if we were old friends going for a picnic."

"We aren't friends at all, Christine, and we can't even be called lovers!"

Strange completely let his emotions run wild.

His voice was laced with various emotions.

"You just like watching tragedies; look at me, I'm a tragedy!"

"Poor Shi Difen, how pitiful he is!"

"He finally needs me, another social outcast needing you to save him."

Strange's voice began to roar: "Give him some heartfelt guidance, then face life again."

"You're so happy you could sing, aren't you?"

Inside the empty room.

Strange's roaring, angry voice echoed endlessly.

But it stung Christine deeply.

Christine Palmer's tears were about to flow out.

She shook her head and said directly: "Goodbye, Shi Difen."

After saying this, she turned and left.

Leaving Strange alone in the room to break down.

"Sigh, I'm watching this and breaking down too."

"For someone who relies on their hands to make a living, losing the stability of their hands is something no one could bear."

"He's single by his own ability here, no mistake!"

"Watching this makes my hands shake too."

"If it were me, I'm afraid I'd be the same."

"He's a surgical genius, yet he lost the stability of his hands; this is more painful than killing him."

"Never vent your emotions in front of your closest people."

"By the way, is there really no way to solve this?"

"Are there any medical experts who know?"

"I remember Bucky's arm was broken and he got a metal arm; why don't you get one too?"

"Can that be the same! Surgery is precision work."

The scene suddenly shifted.

On a basketball court.

Many people were playing basketball.

Strange walked toward one of the courts.

"Go! Guys!"

"Great play!"