At that time, nothing specific was found, only that it might be a sequela from the earlier arm injury.
And now, they came to the hospital.
Sheng Xinhao recently noticed a sudden decline in the sensory ability of his left arm, with reduced senses of touch, pain, and temperature, even a bit numb.
This immediately alerted Sheng Xinhao that something was wrong.
So he rushed to the hospital for an examination, and this time, they finally found the cause.
Because of Sheng Xinhao’s status, once he arrived, it was the dean who personally led the team for his examination.
This time, it was also Dean Wu who was in charge.
"...The condition you described in your left arm completely matches this diagnosis."
"Then, Dean Wu, now that we know the cause, please prescribe medication and start treatment," Fang Wanrong said anxiously, her face full of concern.
Dean Wu looked at Sheng Xinhao but hesitated to speak.
Sheng Xinhao frowned, "Dean Wu, just tell me exactly what’s going on."
Finally, Dean Wu said, "Although we have identified the issue, treating your condition involves two options we discussed: one is surgical treatment, and the other is acupuncture treatment."
"The surgical treatment involves many nerves and blood vessels in the arm, so it requires very high surgical skills, especially given your current condition."
"Moreover, performing this surgery would need specific medical equipment and supplementary examination methods; abroad, it wouldn’t be an issue, but domestically, our options are relatively limited."
"Therefore, the success rate would also be relatively lower."
"There was reportedly only one person who could perform this surgery, but he has already passed away."
Dean Wu mentioned a name, reminding Sheng Xinhao of this person who had studied abroad but passed away a few years ago.
"Then, what do we do? Dean Wu, is there really no way?" Fang Wanrong’s eyes were slightly red.
"Dean Wu, you just mentioned acupuncture?" Sheng Xinhao asked.
"Yes, acupuncture can effectively treat it too, with relatively lower risk, but it requires a top acupuncture expert, otherwise it’s impossible."
"And currently, we can’t find one."
Sheng Xinhao pursed his lips and only after a while said, "What if we choose conservative treatment?"
"Conservative treatment would only alleviate the symptoms."
"Afterwards, your arm might atrophy, your upper limb could completely lose nerve control, become incapable of performing related movements, and you would lose motor skills."
Sheng Xinhao: In other words, his arm might become useless.
"Of course, that is the mildest scenario. The fear is that it could affect not just the arm, but other parts of the body, and even complications like lung infections could occur."
Which means there is still some life-threatening risk involved.
Hearing this, everyone present looked very worried.
When it comes to his own life, Sheng Xinhao naturally hopes for his well-being.
And Fang Wanrong, now relying on Sheng Xinhao, with their son still a child, not fully grown, needs Sheng Xinhao as the father to support, so she also wishes no harm to come to Sheng Xinhao.
As for Fang Manping, she has reached her current position by being Sheng Xinhao’s stepdaughter.
She certainly doesn’t want Sheng Xinhao to die.
Moreover, she has always been thinking about Li Tingxuan. If Sheng Xinhao were alive, perhaps as a stepfather, the Li Family might consider her a bit, but if Sheng Xinhao were gone, she’d have no chance at all.
"Old Sheng, what should we do?" After Dean Wu left, Fang Wanrong sat beside Sheng Xinhao, her eyes red.
"Alright, I want to be alone for a bit. You all go out first." Sheng Xinhao was somewhat irritable.
Fang Wanrong: ...
In the end, Fang Wanrong took Fang Manping and her son out of the hospital room.
Watching their backs, Sheng Xinhao thought of Sheng Zexi, that rebellious kid.
That kid used to come home at least once a year, but now he doesn’t even come back for the New Year.
And even if he did come back, he’d be staying at the Sang Family.
That ungrateful kid probably knows the situation now and is likely very pleased.
But what was wrong with his strictness? What was wrong with disciplining his son as a father?
Even though he has a younger son, most of his possessions would still go to the elder son in the future.
He worked diligently for his benefit, what was wrong with that!
But that kid just repeatedly defied him.
Sheng Xinhao thought that in over half a month, it would be the anniversary of Sang Yuwan’s death.
"That kid might come back, right?" It’s still necessary to find time to meet.
In the end, after staying for another two days, Sheng Xinhao got discharged from the hospital.
He will undergo conservative treatment first, and then Sheng Xinhao and the hospital will quickly look for someone to perform the surgery on him. As for finding an acupuncturist, the difficulty level seems even higher than the former.
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Time flew by to April, when Sheng Zexi, on leave, took the train to Beijing with Gu Jia Ning.
Due to distance reasons, driving was not suitable, so they opted for the train.
Gu Jia Ning’s belly was now five months along, and being twins, her belly was quite round, making Sheng Zexi very worried.
The train was crowded and mixed with all sorts of people, leaving Sheng Zexi even more uneasy.
So Sheng Zexi used his connections to buy sleeper tickets well in advance.
Sleeper tickets would definitely be more comfortable than hard seats.
However, the moment they boarded the train, it was packed with people, and Sheng Zexi’s frown deepened.
He protected Gu Jia Ning behind him, clearing the way for her step by step.
Sheng Zexi, being quite strong and tall, found it not hard to make a path.
The people around, noticing someone squeezing through, were about to react.
But when they looked up, they saw a man in military attire, with a stern face and an assertive gaze, someone seemingly not to be messed with.
So they chose to give in.
Moreover, when noticing the woman he was protecting behind him, even though she wore a hat and scarf, it was clear she was pregnant, which made it understandable.
With Sheng Zexi paving the way ahead, Gu Jia Ning felt fine.
Having ridden a train before, she knew the smell was not pleasant.
Furthermore, being pregnant made her more sensitive to smells, so earlier on, Gu Jia Ning used points to exchange for a product at a redemption store, which blocked the various unpleasant smells on a train, emitting an orange fragrance only perceivable by the wearer, and also treated symptoms like motion sickness.
So at this moment, all Gu Jia Ning could smell was the scent of oranges, not the various unpleasant odors of the train.
Thus she felt quite alright.
Soon, Sheng Zexi led her to the sleeper assigned to their tickets, still bunk beds.
The journey wasn’t as long this time, only about 30 hours, approximately a day and a night plus a few hours.
Compared to the last time from their hometown to the Northwest Military Region on a two-day, two-night train journey, Gu Jia Ning felt much better.