Chapter 777 The Bullet in the Brain Finally, after many twists and turns, a valuable clue emerged.

Dr. Chen Jichuan later moved with the military hospital and worked in the neurosurgery department of the General Hospital of the Military Region after liberation. However, he retired many years ago, so it is unknown whether he is still alive or where he is.

Lu Qingyang immediately rushed to the General Hospital of the Military Region.

At the hospital's personnel department and the office for retired cadres, he painstakingly explained the reasons, and his sincerity in seeking the truth for his loved one finally moved the staff.

They helped check the retirement files and confirmed that Dr. Chen Jichuan had indeed retired long ago, and that the old man was still alive, living in the military retirement home in the east of the city.

Without any delay, Lu Qingyang immediately went to the address.

It was a quiet and secluded courtyard.

After being contacted and confirmed by the gate guards, Lu Qingyang was allowed to enter. In front of a red brick building, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was an elderly man with neatly combed hair. Although he was over seventy, he stood up straight.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Chen Jichuan?" Lu Qingyang asked respectfully.

The old man sized him up and nodded slightly: "I am, and who are you?"

"Dr. Chen, hello. I apologize for bothering you. I am Lu Qingyang, the grandson of Nakho." Lu Qingyang introduced his grandfather directly.

“뀘鹤뎃?” Chen Jichuan couldn’t remember for a moment.

"Do you remember when you saved a company commander who had been shot in the head?"

"Oh, oh, now that you mention it, I just remembered."

He stepped aside to let Lu Qingyang into the house.

The living room was simply furnished, reflecting the neat and tidy style characteristic of the older generation of soldiers.

He gestured for Lu Qingyang to sit down, then slowly sat down in the rattan chair opposite him, his gaze seemingly piercing through time, returning to that era of constant warfare.

“Nektsuru… that young man who was shot in the head… I remember, he should be young man now. How is your grandfather…?”

Lu Qingyang felt a pang of sadness and carefully recounted his grandfather's recent severe memory decline and frequent confusion, especially mentioning the seemingly harmless fall he had experienced recently.

Dr. Chen listened intently, his brows gradually furrowing.

“Your grandfather was...very badly injured. The bullet entered at an angle, and a piece of shrapnel was lodged very deep...in a place that no one dared to touch at the time. Given his circumstances, it was a miracle that he survived. Trying to remove that deeply embedded shrapnel was too risky, almost equivalent to...killing him outright.”

"So, in the end, we can choose to target the main blood points, remove a few easily handled bone fragments and superficial shrapnel, and leave the deepest and most dangerous one..."

Chen Jichuan sighed: "There were just too many wounded at the time. I later joined the company and lost contact with your grandfather. It's fortunate that his brain function has remained relatively stable after all this time, but there's still a hidden danger left behind."

When brain tissue is young, the compensatory ability is strong, which may be obvious. However, as brain tissue naturally shrinks with age, blood vessels become more fragile. This recent fall was likely caused by a minor impact or shock.

What might not mean to an ordinary person could affect him, potentially impacting the blood vessels or nerves surrounding that vulnerable area, thereby... accelerating the symptoms you're seeing now.

In fact, Lu Qingyang had already guessed all of this.

Let alone the medical technology of that time, it's still very difficult with today's medical technology.

"That thing has been in his mind for almost four years. It has long been wrapped up by the organization and become a part of his body. Moving it now is too risky. The old man is getting old, and his physical functions are declining."

"Let alone our conditions, even now, in China, the success rate of accurately locating and safely removing a foreign object of that depth and age is... extremely low. The slightest mistake could mean death on the operating table."

Lu Qingyang's heart sank, and his throat felt dry.

Chen Jichuan stood up, walked to the bookshelf against the wall, pulled out a thick, slightly worn foreign medical journal, skillfully turned to a certain page, and pointed out the complex brain anatomy diagram and English explanation to Lu Qingyang.

"Look here, these countries abroad have indeed made some new progress in microsurgical neurosurgery and precise localization. For these kinds of deep, old foreign bodies, they have more advanced imaging equipment that can see the situation in the brain very clearly, as well as more delicate surgical instruments. Theoretically... the chances are indeed better."

Lu Qingyang nodded: "Thank you for telling me this."

Chen Jichuan added earnestly at the end: "Qingyang, as a doctor, and also as the person who pulled him back from the brink of death, my advice has always been... conservative treatment to improve his quality of life."

Controlling his symptoms with medication and slowing down the progression as much as possible, so that his remaining children can live more comfortably and remain more lucid, is the plan. As for traveling abroad, we first need to consider whether we have the connections and financial resources; the long journey and the fear of unknown procedures alone are a significant hurdle for the old man.

After leaving the sanatorium, Lu Qingyang took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent thoughts, knowing that he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

Pushing open the door, the atmosphere inside felt somewhat strange.

Grandpa Nam didn't sit by the window listening to the radio as usual. Instead, he stood upright in the center of the room, gesturing and speaking directly to Grandma Nam.

"Grandma, don't worry about it. I've arranged everything for the team. Our company is guaranteed to come back in first place in this exercise. Look at me, I'm in great shape!"

The grandmother in his heart was the old woman standing helplessly in front of him.

Looking at her husband, the old woman's lips trembled as she tried to respond, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She looked at Lu Qingyang, who had just entered the room, as if seeking help, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Lu Qingyang stood frozen at the door. He knew the illness would progress, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. His grandfather's memory had completely regressed to the age of 60, and his wife, who had been with him all his life, had become his grandmother in his eyes.

When the old man saw Lu Qingyang, a hint of unfamiliarity flashed in his eyes, but then he seemed to find an explanation for it, displaying a familiar air of a superior towards a junior:

"Gongbiji, you came to see me? Is there something wrong with the company headquarters?"

Lu Qingyang's throat tightened, and he tried his best to make his voice sound normal: "No...it's nothing, you...you continue."

Grandpa nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Grandma and continued with his plans for the exercise.

The old woman could no longer hold back. She turned around abruptly, covered her mouth tightly with her hand, her shoulders trembling violently, and quickly walked into the inner room.