Chapter 167 Hand Surgery
Chen Zhiheng said nothing. It was time to eat. He drank milk tea with a straw and leaned back in his chair nonchalantly.
Playing e-sports and writing code is a talent.
Being worthy of a beating is also a talent.
“Hey, you…”
Lin Lang put down his plate and took three or two steps towards the boy. Before he could touch his shoulder, Xu Jiqing came back and stopped his hand that was raised in the air.
Xu Jiqing said calmly, "It's okay, let's go."
Lin Lang broke free from him, his eyes blazing with anger.
Isn’t it just first place in a national competition?
It’s not like they have anything. The academic cliques are so great, what’s so great about them?
"We are all classmates," Xu Jiqing put his bag on one shoulder and urged him again, "Let's go."
Chen Zhiheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.
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The admissions teachers at Tsinghua University are true to their words.
In the first week after returning to Beijing, Xu Jiqing successfully cut in line with the help of the alumni association and got special appointments for the orthopedic departments of major hospitals.
The X-ray showed the same result. The fracture was deformed after healing, which affected the fine rotation.
The electromyogram showed that the nerve damage was much more serious than before. Originally, only the compressed part of the nerve was broken, and the broken ends of the nerve had become farther apart and could not be sutured directly.
The plans of 301 Hospital and Peking University Third Hospital are relatively conservative, focusing on rehabilitation training. The risks are far lower than surgery, but the treatment process is extremely long and no one can guarantee the final effect.
Jishuitan surgery is more radical. Considering Xu Jiqing's age, the doctor directly suggested to take a chance and perform bone correction and tendon transfer surgery at the same time.
With the confidence from the top domestic hand surgery department, we sew what can be sewed and borrow from other healthy parts if it cannot be sewed.
As long as he has perseverance and persistence, and can endure the pain and arduous postoperative functional reconstruction, the prospects are still bright.
The teacher who went with me frowned and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
“It depends on personal tolerance.”
The doctor casually picked up the model on the table and explained simply, "The bone was crooked before, so we need to re-cut and reposition it."
"Nerves grow slowly, millimeter by millimeter. His area is quite large, and the heart is connected to the fingers. After the anesthetic wears off, it will be quite difficult for a while."
The teacher paused, "What's the worst possible outcome?"
"The worst-case scenario is that the transplanted nerves and tendons are wasted, and they remain in their original state, or their function is slightly less than it is now."
The doctor looked at the boy across the table. "Whenever surgery is performed, there are no 100% guarantees. We've done a lot of similar cases. For those eighteen or nineteen years old, there's hope for an 80% to 90% recovery, or even a complete recovery."
"That's all I can say now. If you're unsure, go back and think about it."
Even for special needs numbers, top experts are very tight on time.
After listening to the plan, the case and films were handed back.
The accompanying teacher just stood up to leave when Xu Jiqing raised his head and said calmly, "I've thought about it. Please schedule the surgery as soon as possible."
Without destruction, there is no construction.
He is not afraid of pain, and patience and persistence have never been difficult for him.
Besides, this is what he promised.
If there comes a day when the storm comes again, he also wants to be like a healthy man.
He protected her with a pair of healthy and strong arms, held her, cleared the way for her, and stood in front of her.
It has been two weeks since the surgery.
The subtle pain, itching and soreness have long become a habit that accompanies him every minute and every second, just like breathing and blinking.
His hair was longer than it was in the first month of the year. Now when he walked on campus, he looked no different from the other students hurrying by on the boulevard, except for his right hand in a cast.
Late at night, Xu Jiqing waited until the library closed as usual before returning home.
There was no ceiling light in the dormitory. Lin Lang had his bed curtains half-drawn and was lying there browsing on his phone.
Chen Zhiheng's modified computer case was shining brightly, and the room was filled with blue and purple light, creating the atmosphere of an Internet cafe box.
The conditions of the old building are limited.
There is no private bathroom, and the hot water in the public bathroom on the first floor is cut off at a fixed time.
Xu Jiqing took off his sweatshirt and T-shirt, and with his upper body bare, he skillfully wrapped plastic wrap around the plaster on his right forearm.
He has fair skin and tight, narrow abdominal muscles, which are very eye-catching in the dim light.
Lin Lang blew a long whistle.
Before he could even sigh, the other person had already put his vest back on, with the hem falling down, covering him completely.
"Don't, brother, what's wrong with giving your brother a look?"
Lin Lang peeked out from behind the bed curtains, envious and jealous. "Did you have this since birth? I've been going to the gym every day lately, and I've almost worn myself out doing crunches. Besides the pain in my back, my neck hurts."
"Friendly reminder, the water temperature in the bathhouse is a bit unstable today. Do you need my help?"
Xu Jiqing took the water card from the table and said, "No need."
"Don't be polite to me."
Xu Jiqing said calmly, "I don't want to be peeped at while taking a shower."
Lin Lang: “…”
The two spoke in low voices.
Chen Zhiheng was waiting for his teammates to match up. Occasionally, one or two words floated into his headphones, causing him to turn around and take a look.
He is usually too lazy to talk, but he already knows this new roommate who ranks first in mathematics.
He can still get the first place in the exam even with a concussion. He has no material desires but is extremely short of money.
After a period of contact, I have to add two more points:
The king of the best among all the best, even the School of Mathematics and the School of Finance could not accommodate him, so he ran to their School of Information to start all over again.
His emotions are so stable that they seem inhuman.
In short, it was completely different from what he had imagined before.
Chen Zhiheng was in a good mood today. Remembering the time when the other party helped him in the cafeteria, he took the initiative to talk to him for the first time. "How did you hurt your hand before? Playing basketball?"
Everyone is going to Jishuitan, what kind of baseball are they playing?
Xu Jiqing replied, "Fighting."
The water in the bathroom will be out for another half hour.
After saying this, he pushed the door open and walked out.
Lin Lang poked his head out and asked mysteriously, "Do you want to know what the fight was about?"
Chen Zhiheng looked up, "What?"
"It's a combination of family ethics, cross-provincial pursuit of murderers, and romantic love. Today's statement has to be filmed into three episodes. I can't explain it to you."
Lin Lang was childish to the extreme, using his power to bully others and resorting to rhetoric to seek revenge. "Won't there be a placement exam soon? Let's wait until Brother Xu has finished killing all of you little IT contestants. Then we'll talk."
Chen Zhiheng: "...You should also find a good hospital for treatment."
Who will host the placement test for the School of Information?
Is he blind?
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This year's second mock exam will be held at the end of April.
After the beginning of spring, the cherry blossoms on campus are still blooming dreamily, and the third floor of high school has the best view, but no one is in the mood to enjoy the flowers leisurely like in the past two years.
From morning reading to evening self-study, countless exercise papers and test papers are like heavy snow, covering the desks of boys and girls. They only go out to take a breath during the break, and when they come back there is new snow that needs to be shoveled away. They cannot rest for a moment.
Without a cell phone, every day after evening self-study get out of class, I would sit side by side with Su Xiaojuan in the back seat of the car and go home.
My heart was so tense that I had no desire to play even during the holiday. Apart from taking extra classes, I just stayed at home and slept.
Su Xia gradually got used to this kind of life.
She folded the little paper boat she brought back from the hospital that day and put one in each subject notebook as a bookmark and fuel.
It gave her the strength to keep moving forward in countless moments of tiredness or discouragement.
Just like that, on the morning of her birthday, Su Xiaojuan received a call from the admissions office of the Tsinghua University High-Level Art Troupe.
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