Chapter 776 Grandpa's Wounds Lu Qingyang put together the several books about cognitive impairment in the elderly that he had exchanged from his spatial storage, his fingers unconsciously pressing his throbbing temples.
She looked up at Shen Mo, who was organizing medical records at the table: "Mo, I looked up some books... Grandpa's condition seems a lot like what I said about dementia."
He paused, then added with difficulty, "The book says... there's no cure for this disease right now, only... to delay it."
Shen Mo put down her pen, walked to his side, and gently placed her hand on his tense shoulder.
Having studied medicine, she naturally realized this possibility earlier than Lu Qingyang. Hearing the helplessness in her husband's voice, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
"Is there really no way at all?" Lu Qingyang asked her, or perhaps he was asking himself, "Watching him... forget things, and become confused?"
Shen Mo pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up slightly: "Qingyang, we Western medicine doctors don't have any good solutions right now, but we can try other approaches. There's an old professor at our school surnamed Wu who studies the integration of Chinese and Western medicine in the field of brain diseases. He's a bit eccentric, but he's very talented. Maybe... I'll go to the school tomorrow and try to ask him for advice?"
A spark of hope rekindled in Lu Qingyang's dim eyes.
"Okay, I'll go with you. We have to try, no matter what."
Secondly, through her mentor's introduction, Shen Mo led Lu Qingyang to Professor Wu's office in a secluded building behind the teaching building.
Professor Wu, with his gray hair and thick glasses, listened as Shen Mo carefully described the changes in Grandpa Fang before and after his fall, the specific manifestations of his memory decline, and his occasional confusion about time and space.
"It sounds like the category of amnesia. Western medicine calls it dementia, while our ancestors called it the loss of mental function. With the current level of medical technology, both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine can achieve a cure."
These words were like a bucket of cold water, but Professor Wu changed his tone: "However, to do something that is completely eradicated is to be helpless and let it develop unchecked."
He picked up a brush and wrote on the paper as he said, “First, we need to rule out other causes of similar symptoms. You should take the old man to a large hospital for a detailed examination to see if there is any blood stasis in his brain that hasn’t cleared up, or if there is some other problem.”
"If other problems are ruled out, it's too late to find a solution later."
Lu Qingyang and Shen Mo, along with Grandpa Fang, finally managed to persuade him to go to a larger military hospital.
While waiting for the examination, Lu Qingyang went to the payment counter to pay. Shen Mo sat with her grandfather on a bench in the corridor. Just as she looked down to take out her medical record from her bag, she looked up again and found the seat next to her empty.
Shen Mo's heart sank. She immediately stood up and looked around. The corridor was bustling with people, but there was no sign of the old man.
She hurriedly went to find Lu Qingyang, who had just returned after paying the bill: "Qingyang! Grandpa... Grandpa saw you!"
Lu Qingyang's heart tightened, but he forced himself to calm down: "Don't panic. He's gone far. Let's split up and look for him. You go to the entrance of the outpatient building and ask. I'll look along this corridor."
The hospital was a complex place with a constant flow of patients. Lu Qingyang asked questions along the way, his heart pounding like a drum.
He walked through a long corridor connecting the inpatient and outpatient departments, his anxious gaze sweeping over each elderly person sitting on a bench.
Just as he was about to turn to the other side, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a figure in a dark blue Zhongshan suit sitting on a stone bench in the garden downstairs from the inpatient ward. The figure was chatting intimately with an elderly man in a hospital gown with a cast on his arm.
Lu Qingyang walked over quickly, his heart easing slightly, but he didn't disturb them immediately.
The old man in the hospital gown patted his arm, which was in a cast, and said in a loud voice, filled with the excitement of a long-awaited reunion: "Old Fang! I never expected to run into you here! You old man, you still look pretty healthy? I remember when you took that bullet to the head, we all thought you were definitely going to die. The medic said there was no hope, but you gritted your teeth and crawled back from the brink of death. In the whole company, you were the toughest one."
Grandpa Fang sat there, a bewildered smile on his face, as if listening to someone else's story. He responded vaguely:
"Oh...is that so...it was quite difficult back then..."
He couldn't continue his old comrade's conversation, and even his eyes seemed unfocused, as if he couldn't connect that thrilling past with his present self.
Seeing his appearance, the old comrade's booming voice gradually lowered. He carefully examined Old Master Fang and noticed that his usually dull face had changed from excitement to a heavy sigh.
He reached out his uninjured hand and patted Old Master Fang's knee, his voice choked with emotion: "Old friend...we...we're all getting old..."
At this moment, Lu Qingyang stepped forward and softly murmured, "Grandpa."
Grandpa Fang looked up and saw his grandson, as if he had just come to his senses: "Qingyang, you've arrived. By chance, I ran into an old acquaintance."
Lu Qingyang nodded gratefully to his old comrade-in-arms: "Grandpa, thank you for keeping my husband company."
The old comrade waved his hand, looked at Lu Qingyang, then at Old Master Fang, whose eyes were still clear, and sighed:
“Take good care of your grandfather, he’s a real tough guy.”
"Uncle, you just said my grandfather suffered a serious head injury? Which part exactly? Which hospital did he receive treatment at? Do you remember what happened? This could be very important to his current condition!"
Infected by Lu Qingyang's eagerness, the old comrade tried hard to recall, his brows furrowing tightly: "Which one exactly... sigh, it's been too long, I can't remember clearly, I only remember that it was in a field hospital in the south, the conditions were so harsh, everyone said he was beyond saving, his skull was... you could see it, right? I really want to remember the details."
Lu Qingyang's heart sank, but his old comrade's next words rekindled his hope: "But... that surgeon, I remember, his surname was Chen, Chen Jichuan, yes, Dr. Chen Jichuan, he was the one who snatched Lao Fang back from the jaws of death."
Chen Jichuan!
Lu Qingyang remembered the name, thanked his old comrade-in-arms again, and settled his somewhat bewildered grandfather before letting Shen Mo accompany him home.
In the following days, Lu Qingyang used every connection and channel he could think of.
He first returned to the medical university and, through his mentor Shen Mo's connections, consulted old medical staff files in hopes of finding out where Dr. Chen Jichuan had gone.
However, due to the passage of time, the archives are incomplete, and clues are scarce.
I could only tell my dad about it and ask him to use his connections to see if he could find this guy.
For the sake of his elderly father, Fang Zhongwen will definitely do everything he can to find him.
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