Chapter 31: No Hypothyroidism, Recovery of Health
Since acquiring that laboratory and that vegetable garden, Lin Xili's life seems to have been infused with new vitality.
In the early morning, Huo Nanchen went for a run in the morning light, while she took a leisurely stroll, breathing in the fresh air of the fields.
During the day, he would go to the health center to make house calls, while she would immerse herself in the ocean of research in the laboratory.
As evening fell, she and Huo Nanchen walked together to the vegetable garden and picked fresh vegetables.
Back home, he would cook while she washed the dishes. The two worked together seamlessly, and the kitchen was filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Another week later, Grandma Huo would occasionally take Lin Xi for a stroll in the town and trim the blooming flowers in the courtyard of the guesthouse.
When Grandma Huo went to work in the fields, Lin Xili wanted to help, but Grandma Huo always waved her hand and said, "You have such delicate skin, it's not good for you to get tanned. Don't make your hands rough. Just help my grandson pick vegetables."
Lin Xili smiled and nodded, a warm feeling rising in her heart.
Three months is neither a long nor a short time.
Lin Xili carefully observed every change in her body.
She did not feel any discomfort, and there was no expected swelling or lump in her neck.
When I raise my hands, the uncontrollable trembling of my fingertips that used to occur has now completely disappeared.
What surprised her even more was that the inexplicable irritability in her heart seemed to have faded a lot.
Perhaps it was Huo Nanchen's suggestion to pick vegetables in the field that had an effect, or perhaps it was the remarkable efficacy of the medicine, but her mood did indeed brighten considerably.
Hyperthyroidism, a stubborn disease often referred to as an "emotional disorder," seems to be slowly retracting its tormenting claws as the body recovers and the mindset is adjusted.
During this time, Song Yuan called once, seemingly just to inform her that Lin Xuenuo was pregnant, without asking about the progress of her hyperthyroidism treatment.
Lin Xili listened quietly and softly uttered the word "Congratulations." She no longer hoped to receive a word of concern from them—"How is your hyperthyroidism treatment going?"
As the three-month deadline approached, hope and anxiety intertwined in my heart.
At night, she looked up at the starry sky countless times, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed that the follow-up examination results would be normal and that her thyroid function would be fully restored.
She truly didn't want to be among the lucky 2%, and didn't want to go from having a disease that required long-term management to becoming a hypothyroid patient who needed lifelong medication.
The night before the follow-up investigation, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Lying in the darkness, the sound of my heartbeat was clearly audible, and the rapid rhythm betrayed my inner tension.
"Don't overthink it, it's just a routine check-up." Huo Nanchen knocked on her door, then turned and left.
He could always keenly perceive her subtle emotional fluctuations and offer the most direct comfort in the fewest words.
Lin Xili didn't make a sound, but simply turned over and forced herself to close her eyes.
His voice acted like a tranquilizer, gradually calming her frantic heartbeat.
They arrived at the health center at 8:45 a.m. the next morning.
On the second-floor corridor, I unexpectedly encountered several fellow patients who had taken iodine-131 solution on the same day three months prior.
The group nodded to each other, their faces displaying similar expressions—a complex mix of anticipation and trepidation.
Clearly, today is a day for everyone to accept the final outcome.
The line gradually spread out on Huo Nanchen's side.
When it was Lin Xili's turn, she sat down opposite him.
Huo Nanchen was wearing a white coat, and his dark eyes above the mask remained as calm as a deep pool.
"Have you experienced any discomfort in the past three months? Neck pain? Fatigue? Or any other abnormalities?" he asked as always.
Lin Xili shook her head: "No, everything is fine."
He nodded, jotting down her feedback on the medical record with his pen, and then handed her the lab report: "Go get your blood drawn first, to check your thyroid function. Come back at 2 p.m. to see me for the results."
"Okay." She took the form, got up and walked to the payment window, then had her blood drawn.
The wait for the results always seems exceptionally long.
She wasn't in the mood to read this time; she just sat on the stone bench, staring at the passing crowds, silently counting the days.
Those familiar fellow patients were also loitering nearby, occasionally exchanging glances, a silent tension filling the air.
At 2 p.m., the line formed again.
The crowd moved slowly, and finally it was her turn.
She sat down opposite Huo Nanchen, and he took out her report.
He quickly scanned the numbers on the form.
Lin Xili stared intently into his eyes, trying to glean a glimpse of information from those unwavering gazes.
A few seconds later, he put down the report and looked up to look her straight in the eye.
"The values are normal, all within the standard range, and thyroid function has recovered very well."
He paused slightly, his gaze deepening, and added the most crucial sentence: "It didn't turn into hypothyroidism."
It didn't turn into hypothyroidism!
These six words exploded in her ears like heavenly music, resonating deep within her heart.
A wave of immense joy and relief washed over her, almost causing her to collapse into the chair.
She suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.
Okay...she's really okay! She successfully avoided that 2% chance of misfortune!
“However,” Huo Nanchen’s voice rang out again, pulling her back to reality from her ecstasy.
"For the next three months, seafood should still be strictly avoided to consolidate the therapeutic effect. After that, a normal diet can be gradually resumed."
"Okay, okay, I understand!" Lin Xili nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion.
Let alone three months, she would be willing to never touch seafood again for the rest of her life.
Clutching the report that symbolized her recovery, she walked briskly out of the clinic.
A bright smile, the kind she hadn't seen in months, blossomed on her face—a genuine smile from the bottom of her heart.
At the entrance, she met several other patients who had just seen their results.
They glanced at the forms in their hands, then looked at the smiles on each other's faces, and instantly understood each other—they had all succeeded.
"Great, we're all back!"
"Yes, Dr. Huo is truly amazing!"
"This agonizing hyperthyroidism is finally over!"
A feeling of joy quickly spread among them, and laughter rose and fell.
As Lin Xili listened to their conversation, she looked down at the normal report in her hand, and her admiration for Huo Nanchen welled up like a spring.
She recalled that when she first came here, she had doubts about him because he was too young, and thought that since he was assigned to a rural clinic, his medical skills might not be anything special.
But now, the facts are undeniable.
Not only did she recover, but all the patients who received the same treatment also returned to normal without developing hypothyroidism.
This cannot be explained by mere luck.
That precise dosage control, that meticulous treatment procedure, that calm and confident judgment...
All of this reveals his profound and solid professional foundation.
This seemingly taciturn young doctor, who appears somewhat out of place in the small town atmosphere, actually possesses astonishing medical skills.
Standing under the longan tree, Lin Xili raised his hand and touched the area of his thyroid gland. The smile on his lips couldn't help but widen, and his eyes sparkled. The feeling of being reborn was so light.
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