The moment Yan Feifan touched it, he could feel the signs of healed fractures running through the first phalanx of the man’s thumb, as well as the first and second phalanges of his index, middle, and ring fingers.
Moreover, several of the finger joints also showed signs of severe trauma.
Injuries like these couldn’t have come from a single, severe impact. It was more like the result of some kind of punishment or torture.
Someone had used a tool to break his finger bones, again and again.
Yan Feifan felt a chill just thinking about the ordeal.
Cui Bo snatched his right hand back and shoved it into his pocket. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "I don’t want to relive the past, not one bit, so cut the crap and stop prying."
"I’m just asking you, can it be fixed or not?"
Just then, He Pengfei chided him, "Cui Bo, what did I tell you about your tone? Watch your attitude."
Cui Bo stood up a little straighter, took his hand out of his pocket again, and said while flexing it, "Mr. Yan, it’s not that I don’t trust you."
"Let me tell you, this hand of mine was treated by a famous orthopedic specialist from your hospital back then."
"Look at me now. This hand won’t open flat, and it can’t make a fist. My index and ring fingers have been numb ever since. They told me it was nerve damage."
"I get random sharp pains, and when the weather turns cloudy or rainy, my entire hand aches."
Yan Feifan didn’t reply and once again took hold of his hand.
This time, Yan Feifan began to slowly and meticulously massage and knead Cui Bo’s hand, inch by inch.
Cui Bo noticed Yan Feifan’s solemn expression. His gaze, in particular, was intensely focused, carrying a warmth like sunshine that seemed to travel with his kneading fingers as they moved slowly over Cui Bo’s hand.
This gave Cui Bo a strange illusion.
It was as if Yan Feifan’s eyes had X-ray vision, and every single detail of the injuries to his hand, inside and out, was being laid bare, crystal clear, within that focused, limpid gaze.
An inexplicable surge of hope rose in Cui Bo’s heart...
A few minutes later, Yan Feifan slowly withdrew his hand.
"Mr. Yan, is there any hope for my hand?" Cui Bo couldn’t help but lick his lips, his body leaning forward quite a bit.
"This hand of yours..."
Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "The injuries are quite complex."
"Your hand can’t straighten or make a tight fist mainly because of bone overgrowth from the healing fractures, which is causing joint compression."
"Also, several finger joint injuries were not treated properly, and there are some adhesions in the tendons."
"As for the numbness in your index and ring fingers..."
Yan Feifan explained, "That’s not caused by nerve damage."
"The temperature of those two fingers is about 0.3 degrees lower than your other fingers, and their color is also slightly pale."
As he said this, He Pengfei and Cui Bo both fixed their gazes on those two fingers.
Cui Bo even touched them with his left hand, then touched his face with different fingers from his right hand, trying to feel the temperature difference.
Yan Feifan chuckled lightly. "Don’t bother trying."
"You won’t be able to feel such a small temperature difference, but I can."
"The tests we run later will confirm my diagnosis."
"The reason for the temperature difference..."
Yan Feifan analyzed, "is that there’s a problem with the blood circulation in these two fingers."
"There are likely a few blockages or necrotic areas in the capillaries, leading to insufficient blood flow."
"This not only causes the finger temperature to drop but also leads to insufficient oxygen supply to the nerve endings, preventing them from functioning normally."
Cui Bo flexed the index and ring fingers of his right hand and said, "Mr. Yan, what you’re saying... it sounds like it makes a lot of sense."
"What I want to know most right now is, can you fix my right hand?"
"You look like you’re only twenty-three or twenty-four. Can you really be better than that orthopedic specialist who looked like he was in his fifties?"
Yan Feifan smiled lightly and said, "An orthopedic specialist in his fifties... I’m certainly lacking in some areas of his specialty."
"However, the injury to your right hand is a compound injury, involving bones, joints, tendons, and blood vessels."
"And when it comes to compound injuries, I have a significant advantage."
"Most importantly, restoring your hand to how it was requires extremely delicate restorative procedures."
"And when it comes to delicate procedures, I am confident that no one in the Affiliated Hospital can surpass me."
Cui Bo seized on a phrase. "Restore it to how it was?"
He asked excitedly, "Mr. Yan, you can do that?"
Yan Feifan paused in thought again for a moment and said, "To be precise, a one-hundred-percent recovery from any injury is impossible, especially one as severe as yours."
"But getting your hand to open flat and make a fist again, to let you do daily tasks like a normal person, shouldn’t be a problem."
"Of course, you won’t be able to do work that requires exceptional dexterity or fine motor skills."
"Mr. Yan... can I still mix drinks?" Cui Bo asked anxiously!