"That part is easy to fix."
"The main challenge will be dealing with the bones that have already healed improperly, the adhered tendons, and the untreated joint damage."
"I will need to re-break the bones in your finger that have already fused, reshape them, and then set them again..."
Noticing that Cui Bo’s face had turned pale, Yan Feifan put it succinctly. "In short, I’ll need to re-do the entire initial treatment for your injury."
"Which means you’ll have to go through all that pain again."
Yan Feifan looked at Cui Bo, whose face was now drained of color. ’He’s scared,’ he thought.
Yan Feifan said sympathetically, "Cui Bo, you can go home and think about it. You don’t have to make a decision right now."
Cui Bo raised his right hand, which couldn’t close or straighten, and turned it over and over before his eyes.
"Mr. Yan, will I still be able to bartend after the surgery?"
Yan Feifan considered this for a moment. "A major surgery on your right hand, especially a second one, will inevitably cause some irreversible damage to its motor functions."
"Everyday tasks like holding a bowl, using chopsticks, pouring tea, using your phone, or writing should be fine."
"But fine motor tasks, like threading a needle, and heavy labor will probably be out of the question."
"As for whether you’ll still be able to bartend... I can’t say for certain."
Cui Bo hesitated for a moment. "As long as I can hold a bowl, pour tea, and eat like a normal person, then handling bottles and shakers shouldn’t be a problem."
"As for the feel of it, or controlling the pour..."
Cui Bo held up his left hand. "My left hand is uninjured. I can train my left hand."
He looked at Yan Feifan and nodded firmly. "Mr. Yan, I want to do the surgery."
"I need a right hand that’s healthy enough to let me work and support myself."
Since he had made up his mind, Yan Feifan made a decision. "Alright. I’ll schedule your surgery for this Saturday."
"Come to the hospital on Friday afternoon to handle the admission paperwork and do the preoperative examinations..."
After Yan Feifan finished explaining the preoperative preparations, Mr. He clapped Cui Bo’s shoulder. "The surgery’s scheduled," he said. "Make sure you get everything ready in the next two days."
"You can head back now. I have something to discuss with Mr. Yan..."
After Cui Bo left, Mr. He lowered his voice. "Mr. Yan, about that matter you mentioned the other day... it involves some powerful people providing cover."
"Officers from the branch and municipal bureaus are working together on the investigation now. We should have a breakthrough soon."
He then added a reminder, "Mr. Yan, when your uncle gets back to Binhai, have him stop by my station to file a supplementary report."
"Perhaps after we’ve wrapped up the case, we’ll be able to recover some of the losses your uncle suffered..."
This was a welcome surprise. Yan Feifan quickly agreed.
According to the plan, his uncle was coming back this weekend.
Sometime after three in the afternoon, the first brain tumor patient from Yan Feifan’s collaboration with the PLA General Hospital was transferred to the Affiliated Hospital...