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Chapter 398 The Terrifying Early Recovery Effects (Please Subscribe)

The main wounds from multiple injuries are located in the abdomen.

Superficial soft tissue injuries caused by scraping of the limbs are actually very simple.

Only four or five very shallow wounds were not enough to fill Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's teeth.

The problem could have been solved by any resident physician in any orthopedic department, but Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian worked together simultaneously, finishing the task in just over four minutes.

After stitching up the wound and covering it with sterile gauze and cotton pads, Fang Ziye glanced cautiously at Nie Mingxian without saying a word. However, he placed his right hand fingers along the path of the dorsalis pedis artery and gave Nie Mingxian an OK sign.

After understanding, Nie Mingxian also responded to Fang Ziye with gestures.

After visually confirming that the blood supply to the lower extremities was good, the two men left the operating table.

Chen Hongxing said with a hint of grievance, "Brother Hao, I feel that Brother Faming is really comfortable. Whenever Ziye comes, he can relax a lot."

"People in the emergency department also know that, regardless of whether there is vascular damage, as long as they see limb injuries, they will call Ziye first."

Chen Hongxing, the chief resident of gastrointestinal surgery, and Chen Minghao, the associate professor of vascular surgery, are from the same family, so it is only natural for them to call each other "brother".

Chen Minghao was currently finalizing the verification of the vascular treatment completed by Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian when he looked up and said, "The people in the emergency department, whenever they see a wound on a limb, regardless of whether it's serious or not, they just call Fang Ziye directly?"

Fang Ziye is not a vascular surgeon. He helped deal with the vascular problem out of an emergency and to avoid danger. Even if something went wrong, it would not be Fang Ziye's responsibility.

If Chen Minghao doesn't test positive, then he'll bear full responsibility, so caution is necessary.

Of course, responsibility is secondary; what's more important is to conduct multiple reviews to ensure the patient's rescue work can proceed smoothly and ultimately reverse the life-threatening situation safely.

Chen Minghao nodded: "Yes, what Director Huang Yan of the Emergency Department means is, we should try our best, even if there's no guarantee..."

"That resident is really unlucky."

Chen Minghao's eyes held a pitiful look—

Calling all sorts of messy situations "trauma surgery" is just treating surgeons like manual laborers.
However, Chen Minghao also said, "This prescription is pretty amazing..."

Fang Ziye and the previous sentence about hospitalization have the same meaning.

"Brother Xian, don't laugh at me. I'm not a professional vascular surgeon, so my skills in handling arteries and veins are only at this level." In the locker room, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were truly frank with each other.

There's no way around it. If you want to change clothes in the operating room without being able to openly interact with outsiders, you'd have to avoid going into the operating room altogether.

Nie Mingxian's skill in vascular suturing is far superior to Fang Ziye's, with a proficiency level of at least 4 and 3000+.

Fang Ziye's vascular suturing skills are not that high, so I can't make a specific estimate, I only know that he is better than me.

Hemostasis and vascular suturing are two different categories.

Many concepts and theories of hemostasis are solely for the purpose of saving lives and stopping bleeding. Any method that can achieve rapid hemostasis can fall under the category of hemostasis.

Nie Mingxian said, "Ziye, you are not a specialist in vascular surgery, but your current level of expertise is already something that would make many vascular surgeons ashamed."

"Including myself."

Nie Mingxian laughed: "Of course, if your idea is to completely overwhelm everyone in vascular surgery, then that's outside the scope of my discussion now."

Nie Mingxian then looked at Fang Ziye with the same gaze one would give to a fellow human.

The last time I saw Fang Ziye was last year. At that time, Fang Ziye was just average in the trauma surgery department of Enshi. At that time, Fang Ziye was only good at manual reduction surgery.

But to everyone's surprise, in just one year, Fang Ziye's transformation was so remarkable that even Nie Mingxian felt inferior to him.

“I feel like something’s off with you,” Nie Mingxian concluded.

Fang Ziye smiled and looked at his hemostasis technique. In terms of pure execution, it was definitely inferior to Nie Mingxian's, with only level 4 proficiency (200/5000). But there was nothing he could do; Fang Ziye's vascular surgery theory—

'Basic theory of vascular surgery, Level 5, 4000/50000!'

With such proficiency, Fang Ziye could hold his own against even the most formidable and legendary figures, including top-tier professors.

Even if Nie Mingxian is incredibly talented, he certainly hasn't reached this level yet.

With the support of profound theories, Fang Ziye's hemostasis technique cannot be simply regarded as a level 4 skill with a proficiency of 200/5000.

Having impressive theoretical knowledge is great, but being good at theory alone is not enough.

Fang Ziye looked at his level 5 skill set.

[Debridement, puncture, hemostasis, manual reduction, vascular surgery theory, basic animal experimental techniques, tendon suturing, CT scan interpretation, manual massage]

Fang Ziye's next step is to delve into the relevant theories of trauma surgery and orthopedics.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Brother Xian, it's getting late. Let's stick to the same principle: sleep if you can!"

“These days will probably ease up a bit once the trauma surgery department in the emergency department is officially established,” Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, let's go to sleep!" Nie Mingxian didn't say anything more.

Mutual understanding between men should be learned gradually in daily life, and the depth of mutual understanding is mostly achieved between men and women.

-

Han Yuanxiao sat in the director's seat, his face somber and his voice low:
"Since the hospital has approved the closure of the vascular surgery emergency clinic, there is now an extra clinic in the emergency surgery department. We submitted an application to the hospital last month to establish a trauma center emergency clinic, and it was approved yesterday."

"We are permitted to officially open the outpatient clinic of the Emergency Trauma Center next Monday."

"Furthermore, the emergency department's observation ward, EICU, and emergency surgery ward will reserve 3, 1, and 4 beds respectively for our trauma center."

"If there are still additional patients, we have extra wards in our trauma surgery and emergency surgery departments, so please don't worry about that, Professor Liu."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong frowned even more deeply and looked up, saying, "Professor Han, I'm not worried about the hospital bed."

"But I feel quite emotional about establishing the trauma center clinic in this way."

“I was also present when Dr. Mickey, who used to be on regular duty in the vascular surgery emergency room, performed surgery…”

Liu Huanglong stopped there.

If the normal procedure is followed, a trauma center should be established by setting up a separate consultation room, rather than converting an existing consultation room into a trauma center.

Han Yuanxiao naturally understood what Liu Huanglong meant, and sighed softly: "No matter what, people still have to move forward, instead of always looking back."

"Everything has a cause and effect. For example, during the May Day holiday, our hospital's emergency department had one more case of death due to abdominal aortic dissection because the vascular surgery emergency room was closed."

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

“Our hospital’s medical resources are quite limited these days. The fact that the vascular surgery department can spare one doctor to open a specialized emergency room in the emergency department is already a huge strain on the hospital.”

At this point, Han Yuanxiao reiterated, "I still want to emphasize the safety issue."

"I generally don't worry about the doctors in our department in terms of sheer strength."

"However, if possible, you can hire a professional boxing coach. I want to emphasize this again."

"We doctors are first and foremost normal citizens enjoying the rights of China, then citizens of Wuhan or a certain province, and only then students or staff of Zhongnan Hospital."

"Ordinary citizens enjoy the right to legitimate self-defense, and so do we!"

"Maintain a balance, and don't make the first move!"

"Defend yourself at any time! Even going in is better than going down!" As a trauma surgeon, Han Yuanxiao had seen his share of such situations.

As one of the departments in the hospital with the most medical disputes, the probability of physical disputes is the lowest. This is all thanks to the hard work of the hospital's predecessors, and Han Yuanxiao is now one of those predecessors.

"That's all I wanted to say. If a trauma surgeon wants to establish an outpatient department for an emergency trauma center, the first thing to do is ensure their own safety, and then, do their job well."

"We will save as many people as possible, and we will strive to bring health to as many patients as possible."

"The policies are getting better and better, and the corresponding systems are becoming more and more complete. The Provincial Health Commission is also providing more and more conveniences to our hospital's emergency department. In principle, we are not allowed to delay rescue due to cost issues."

"But this only means that in principle, rescue efforts should not be delayed due to cost issues, not anything else!"

"Before the policy of hospitals and departments being responsible for their own profits and losses is abolished, we also need to consider the issue of how the people in the department can support their families..."

Now that Han Yuanxiao is the director of the ward, he has to consider a wider range of issues.

The department is responsible for its own profits and losses. If you do something charitable, everyone will share the costs, and your salary and performance bonus will be less.

Furthermore, the hospital will take a portion of the department's performance bonus, and this portion will be taken without fail, regardless of your special circumstances.

……

This was the first time Han Yuanxiao had discussed money since he took the position of director!

As soon as Han Yuanxiao finished speaking, Associate Professor Peng Long raised his head and said, "Professor Han, the issue of the patient's expenses in our group last month was my personal responsibility. The temporary debt can be deducted from my account. Don't leave."

Fang Ziye was not entirely clear about what Peng Long was talking about, so he looked in Peng Long's direction.

Han Yuanxiao said, "Peng Long, this isn't your personal problem; it's a departmental problem. Don't act superior. And don't think of everyone else in the department as greedy people who are only interested in money."

"We are just ordinary people!"

“You’re already an associate professor and have enough experience. I believe you must have other considerations and ideas. It’s just that I have to tell others about the facts during the department’s handover.”

"That concludes today's shift handover... Everyone, please begin your ward rounds." After suppressing Peng Long's arrogance in wanting to shoulder the responsibility alone, Han Yuanxiao announced the end of the shift handover.

……

During rounds, Fang Ziye asked Li Yuanpei out of curiosity what had happened in Peng Long's group, and how come he, the chief resident, didn't know?
However, it was clear that Li Yuanpei was not entirely clear either, only saying, "It seems that Associate Professor Peng Long performed a surgery, but the payment was not collected properly, and the patient was discharged with unpaid bills."

"I called but no one answered, and the other phone number was not in service."

"I don't know about the rest, but the debt seems to be over 20,000 or 30,000 yuan..."

Seeing Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei whispering to each other, Yuan Weihong kicked Fang Ziye and said with a laugh, "Director Nie, please forgive me. My student is really unruly. He's always been a bit of a rascal."

Upon hearing Yuan Weihong's call, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei immediately stood at attention and respectfully greeted Director Nie.

Although Nie Mingxian has not yet graduated with a doctorate, he is a full-fledged associate chief physician, which is a higher professional title than Yuan Weihong, who is an attending physician.

Yes, Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye took the exam for promotion at the end of May this year. Only after passing the exam can they become associate professors and associate chief physicians.

Nie Mingxian was a worldly man, so he cupped his hands slightly and said, "Teacher Yuan, Ziye and I each do our own thing, so please don't put any other labels on me."

"I'm new here and I finally found a close friend to rely on. Teacher Yuan, you're going to give up your place to rest."

"That's not very kind of you." Nie Mingxian's words carried a hint of pressure beneath the joke.

It has a certain charm reminiscent of Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong didn't actually mean that. He looked at Nie Mingxian carefully, narrowed his eyes cautiously for a moment, and then curled up the corner of his mouth: "Director Nie, this attack trajectory is something else?"

Liu Huanglong, wary that Nie Mingxian was no match for Yuan Weihong, quickly interjected, "Dr. Yuan, please don't bully the child. Little Nie is still much younger than you."

Yuan Weihong looked at Nie Mingxian and said, "Kids these days hit really hard."

Yuan Weihong meant that Nie Mingxian was only thirty-two years old and already had the rank of associate professor, and that when he reached his age, he might even be a full professor.

"Hey!" Liu Huanglong suddenly let out a sharp cry and looked at Fang Ziye: "That makes sense, kids these days hit really hard."

"Professors, department heads, are you done talking? If you're done, take Xiao Deng to make rounds, shall we?" Deng Yong touched the mole on his chin and came over to 'ask for instructions'.

A group of people immediately stood at attention and followed behind Deng Yong, remaining silent.

When I went to check on the patients, I ran into Han Yuanxiao's team. Han Yuanxiao's group had twenty beds in the middle.

Deng Yong's team is roughly the same size as Han Yuanxiao's team.

Liu Huanglong is a 'level' associate professor, Nie Mingxian is at most an attending physician, for example, Li Nuo before him, and Fang Ziye is at most a doctoral candidate.

However, the quality of the two teams was completely disproportionate.

Han Yuanxiao smiled, paused, looked at Deng Yong, shook his head enviously, and then lowered his head to lead the team inside.

Deng Yong, with his head held high and his gait slightly splayed, walked towards the assigned beds, numbered 1-20, which he was in charge of.

Upon entering, I asked the patient in bed number 1, "How did you sleep last night? Your surgery is next Monday."

"Our surgery days are Monday and Friday. Yesterday was Friday, and Saturday was last Thursday's shift, so it wasn't our group's surgery day," Deng Yong explained.

The days off after May Day were different from the days I worked last week, which were different surgery days because there were a lot of new patients admitted to the department during the May Day holiday.

This was a patient with a segmental defect of the tibia who had been treated at a prefecture-level city hospital for a month before being transferred to Zhongnan Hospital. He had waited a long time at the outpatient clinic and then waited even longer for admission. Upon entering the hospital, seeing everyone in the same queue, we all shared our complaints, and while there was a sense of shared frustration, all the anger and anxiety gradually dissipated.

What can be done?

With so many patients, if the doctors here were to treat them all in a few days, several doctors would die from exhaustion, and then everyone would have to wait in even longer lines at Tongji and Xiehe hospitals.

Everyone wants to have the surgery earlier; everyone wants to cut in line.

The patient was a young woman with her left leg in a long cast. She sat on the bed, smiling apologetically, and said, "Professor Deng, you said when to do the surgery, so it can only be done when you say so. There's nothing we can do about it."

"I just want to get it done sooner, so I can feel at ease, get out of bed sooner, and go to work sooner!"

Although he was used to the woman's humble tone, Deng Yong had no choice but to say, "Well... there's nothing we can do about it. The surgeries scheduled around holidays can only be arranged gradually."

"But please don't worry, our department is also asking the hospital to try to get more operating rooms. We'll see if we can split the entire operation into two days, so that one day's worth of surgeries can be equivalent to two days' worth."

"This Professor Liu used to..." Deng Yong was essentially giving a heads-up to the other three patients in the ward who hadn't yet had surgery.

Yesterday's three operating beds included one for Yan Chu, who had been staying there for several months. The other two were patients who had come to the hospital before the holiday. At that time, there were no operating days available in the department, but the patients said they had finally managed to get beds, so they decided to come in.

In fact, the cost of hospitalization is cheaper than staying in a hotel.

"Professor Deng, the surgery needs to be quick and of high quality," the young woman said.

Deng Yong patted Professor Liu on the shoulder and said, "Sister, you may not know this Professor Liu, but you can rest assured about his skills."

The young woman knew how to use her phone; after searching "Huanglong" on Baidu, she was shocked: "Professor Liu is an orthopedic expert at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

The other two patients in the beds also had their eyes light up...

Yesterday was Professor Deng Yong's surgery day, and during ward rounds, how could Professor Deng Yong have any free time to attend to these people?

"Professor Liu will perform the surgery for you? Is that alright?"

The young woman nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes. That's definitely possible. I'll follow Professor Deng and Professor Liu's arrangements."

In the minds of people in Hubei Province, Union Hospital and Tongji Hospital are considered more prestigious than Central South University, regardless of the department.

I only choose to come to Zhongnan Hospital for treatment when it is inconvenient or when I can't get an appointment.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong said, "Then thank you all for your trust."

Then she turned to her and said softly, "Professor Deng, the hospital has scheduled my outpatient clinic for every Thursday, and I am already almost half an hour late."

"I told the outpatient guide that I was working overtime at noon and that's why the time was delayed a bit... How about we speed up the ward rounds today?"

This was the first time Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong had worked together to form a team, and Liu Huanglong's clinic days were also arranged on short notice, so Deng Yong didn't really know much about Liu Huanglong's clinic days.

Hearing this, he nodded: "Okay, then let's hurry up a bit..."

The attending physician, Liu Haihua, immediately came up to report the basic situation, and then reported the preoperative examination results and consultation results: "Master, the patient in bed 1 has slightly unstable blood pressure, which occasionally fluctuates around 150. We have already consulted with the cardiology and anesthesiology departments."

"Most of the time, the high voltage is around 140-145."

Liu Haihua hesitated, explaining that during the perioperative period, it was recommended that hypertensive patients keep their blood pressure below 140 mmHg for optimal results.

She doesn't have malignant hypertension, so her blood pressure isn't actually well controlled yet.

"Then let's wait for the consultation results. Actually, there's not much difference between 145 and 140, and the anesthesiology department won't be too picky."

"Then continue with the exercises to strengthen plantar flexion and dorsiflexion..." Deng Yong quickly finished explaining and walked towards bed 2.

Liu Huanglong is a professor, and he holds a senior professional title in outpatient clinic. The released appointment slots will be cleared out quickly, so we can't afford to delay too long.

……

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

As soon as I entered, I saw Yan Chu, whose pain wasn't very obvious, struggling to move her toes and ankles, her hands clasped together, pinching her thighs, and smiling at Professor Deng.

"Grandpa Deng, look, I can move!"

As she spoke, she wiggled her "not very pretty" toes back and forth a few times.

But even those few gestures were enough to make her and her parents feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Compared to her previous condition where her lower limbs were completely stiff, unable to move, and she felt no pain, Yan Chu's current state, even if she cannot recover to her pre-injury state, means she cannot take the college entrance examination or pursue an art career.

But at least he looks like a normal person.

Parents' greatest wish for their children is for them to be healthy.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye, who had put on gloves as soon as he entered the room, quickly put on his examination gloves and went to the lower edge of the bed. He pointed his index finger at the back of Yan Chu's big toe: "Come on, stick it up and press it against my finger."

Yan Chu did as instructed, and the back of his big toe's nail lifted Fang Ziye's finger up two or three centimeters before stopping.

Previously, due to the damage, the muscles in Yan Chu's entire foot were stiff and adhered, making it impossible for her to move.

It's a complete miracle that I can now move one toe.

"Press it down," Fang Ziye continued.

Yan Chu continued to do as instructed, and perhaps because she had developed a sense of touch, she felt a little shy when her big toe touched Fang Ziye's warm index finger.

She was, after all, just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and Fang Ziye was rather handsome, so Yan Chu was finding it hard to resist.

"Excellent! You should thank Professor Liu properly. The functional recovery after the nerve transplant surgery is top-notch." Fang Ziye gave Liu Huanglong a thumbs up.

"Thank you, Professor Liu." Yan Chu's parents' mouths practically formed a clown's shape upon hearing this, and they clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.

Then, without waiting for Liu Huanglong's instructions, he added, "Dr. Fang, Professor Deng, Dr. Yuan, I want to thank all of you."

"But please don't refuse our kind offer to bring you something. This time, I'll bring some fruit, and how about some milk?"

"I'll bring you food, and I'll eat with you... Is that alright?" Yan Chu's father continued to cup his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone earnest.

"I really see how hard you all work, and I know you've had several meetings already..."

Looking Yan Chu's father up and down, Deng Yong figured he wasn't short of money, so he explained, "This isn't the focus today, nor is it the focus of our work."

"The main reason is that our hospital has very strict rules now. Medical staff who have a doctor-patient relationship are not allowed to accept gifts from patients."

“It used to be okay, but they were specifically criticized last month.”

"So, we've issued a gag order. You should buy Yan Chu more of the things she wants to eat."

"We know your feelings."

"So, don't blame Dr. Jie."

Deng Yong even remembered that this patient was currently under Jie Han's care, which suggests that he had a deep memory of Jie Han.

"Sigh, these regulations now? It's really something. They don't even allow normal small social interactions anymore. It's like they're killing the goose that lays the golden eggs," Yan Chu's father said.

While they were talking, Fang Ziye had already completed the necessary toe motor function tests for Yan Chu.

Finally, he patted her gently: "You're very good, Yan Chu. But this is just the beginning. You're very brave."

"In a couple of days, it will hurt, it will hurt a lot, it will hurt so much that you will cry, but you still have to be brave." Fang Ziye is very clear that after the debridement of muscle adhesions, functional rehabilitation is the greatest help in preventing re-adhesion.

And at that time, the pain will be even more intense.

Yan Chu nodded.

Fang Ziye laughed and said, "Master, Professor Liu, judging from the current situation, the early rehabilitation results are quite good."

"It's a pity that the camera hasn't arrived yet, so we can't record this scene. I've never seen this kind of early rehabilitation when I was abroad."

Liu Huanglong was a little surprised: "Xiao Fang, you've been abroad before?"

"Aren't you supposed to have 5+3+1?"

Five years of undergraduate studies, three years of residency training, and one year of doctoral studies—where can Fang Ziye find the time to go abroad?
Fang Ziye nodded, not delving into the topic: "Yes, Teacher Liu, Yan Chu, I will give your parents a task of supervising and reporting you. You need to stick to your functional exercises every day."

"With dorsiflexion and plantar flexion as one round, ten rounds per set, let's do twelve sets today, is that alright?"

"That's right, four groups each in the morning, noon, and evening."

"Don't give too many. At most, add one set each in the morning, noon, and afternoon as appropriate, but don't give too few!" Fang Ziye instructed.

Fang Ziye's rehabilitation skills are quite good, although his expertise lies only in manual massage.

However, manual massage also has a certain theoretical basis.

"Okay, Dr. Fang." Yan Chu was very polite, and had already started the morning group's functional training.

Moreover, the dorsiflexion and plantar flexion were held for more than ten seconds in a very standard manner.

Plantar flexion and dorsiflexion is not simply about wiggling your toes; it requires sustained muscle contraction for a period of time to achieve a functional exercise effect. Simply rocking back and forth or up and down has no effect whatsoever.

After checking Yan Chu's room, they went to the adjacent men's ward and talked to another patient with severe thigh injuries about postponing the surgery to further optimize the surgical plan.

The middle-aged man was a little disappointed: "Dr. Deng, didn't you finish the optimization? My wife told me that Yan Chu next door is doing very well now."

Yan Chu is a name known to people in several nearby wards. She is cute, obedient, good-looking, and sensible, and loved by everyone.

The middle-aged man's wife went to check on him every day.

"If it were optimized, we wouldn't be here to talk to you about this."

"I just feel that there is still a need for further optimization."

"Yan Chu's surgery area was small, only one foot. But you can't do that, your damage extends below the knee!"

"Based on the normal ratio of limb length to surgery time, Yan Chu's surgery took a total of eight hours, with key procedures taking more than four hours. Your surgery will take at least fourteen hours or even longer."

"The duration of critical operations is at least ten hours."

At this point, Deng Yong patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "Brother, we've known each other for so long, you should know that I'm not someone who likes to lie or sell anxiety."

"Therefore, just to be on the safe side, I've scheduled your surgery for next Friday, which is six days from now."

"Slow and steady wins the race. The main problem is that there's no precedent for your work right now. Creating original content takes time and effort."

The middle-aged man is a relative of Associate Professor Tong Jun in the ICU. He was also the first patient with severe trauma to be admitted to the department. He had been infected for a long time before, and his condition has only just been brought under control.

The situation is much more complicated than Yan Chu described.

"Yeah, you're right!"

The middle-aged man sighed, "This leg, it only took two and a half seconds to injure it, but I've spent more than a month trying to save it, and there's still no improvement."

"Sometimes I think, should I just have my leg amputated? But now I'm already wearing a prosthetic leg to go to work."

If a person lies down for too long, their mental health will inevitably suffer to some extent.

Even a normal person would feel this way if they lay down for too long.

Moreover, the patient was also in pain, making it difficult for him to sleep soundly and peacefully.

"Get some rest. Leave the treatment plan to us doctors. You just need to focus on adjusting your mindset."

"Perhaps your month and a half of waiting will bring you a miracle? Of course, it may also just give you a nonfunctional supporting right leg."

“But it’s much more convenient than a prosthesis,” Deng Yong reassured him.

"That's all we can do." The middle-aged man sighed again, staring at the ceiling with a flicker in his eyes, perhaps a little envious and jealous of Yan Chu.

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

She said, "Let me tell you, Yan Chu next door has already started her activities."

"Honey, don't worry, it's worth waiting."

"I filmed Yan Chu exercising here. She's moving quite well, look..."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man took his wife's phone. In the blurry video footage, Yan Chu's previously completely immobile feet were now beginning to flex. It seemed that even areas that had previously felt nothing were now regaining some sensation…

"Honey, look how well Yan Chu has recovered! If you could recover like this, you wouldn't have to lose your job!" His wife was very excited, as if she had seen the light in the darkness.

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

(End of this chapter)