160 Thank you for the Banner (1/2)

Zheng Qi and Pan Jinyue chatted as they arrived at the Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation ward to start their daily training.

His hand was basically healed, and he had been successfully discharged from the hospital a long time ago. He could carry out his rehabilitation in his own house, but as per Pan Hua's insistence, he would come once every few days to Yun Hua Hospital and receive a check-up in the Hand Surgery Department's rehabilitation ward before correcting some mistakes in his movements as seen during the rehabilitation.

A few minutes later, Pan Hua, who received the message, hurried into the rehabilitation ward.

”Gee, I told you not to come over. You can go on with whatever you were doing,” Pan Jinyue said happily, while also taking pity on him. ”You are so busy every day. You don't have to bother about us.”

”I just wanted to come take a look,” Pan Hua smiled and greeted his brother-in-law, Zheng Qi. He then asked, ”How is your hand? How are you feeling?”

”It itches at times, but it's alright once I move it. But the inner side of my index finger is a little numb.” Zheng Qi started to explain in earnest. He could feel even the slightest feeling of discomfort.

”The itching is a new symptom, right? This may be a psychological factor, but it also may be a purely neurological symptom. We can just observe it for the time being and not do anything about it. If the numbness on the inner side of your index finger is not too serious, it's not a big deal as well. This just means that you have nerve damage. After a while, your body will adjust to it…” Pan Hua once again explained. Even though many of those words have been previously mentioned, Pan Jinyue and Zheng Qi still listened very carefully.

”What about the nerve damage? Is it really okay when his nerve has been injured?”

”It's just a lesser nerve. The major nerves were all treated. The damage on the lesser nerves can be compensated for.”

”Compensation means that the other nerves will aid the healing process, right? Then, will the other nerves be exhausted?”

”No, all of us have excess nerves, it will be there for the rest of our lives, whether we use it or not.”

”That's good, that's good…”

While he explained, he looked at his sister and brother-in-law. Pan Hua suddenly felt a little emotional. The medical profession had a very famous quote, and it was written on the American physician, Edward Livingston Trudeau's grave: to cure sometimes, to relieve often, to comfort always.

Pan Hua often heard senior doctors mention this, but he rarely thought deeply into it. He was previously the only doctor who could perform the M-Tang technique at Yun Hua Hospital, and now one of the only two who could. He was more than willing to use all his time to cure other patients. Relieving and comforting patients was something he rarely did.

However, for now, what his brother-in-law, Zheng Qi, and his sister, Pan Jinhua, needed the most was to be comforted, then relieved, and finally, be cured.

Focusing on curing patients was now something of the past. Comforting them was the norm in the present age.

Pan Hua thought about it. His sister and brother-in-law were willing to spend so many hours coming to the hospital from their house to perform rehabilitation what they wanted the most was comfort.

Pan Hua thought of it, smiled, and said, ”Sister, brother-in-law, you don't have to worry about it too much. His flexor tendon suturing had been done very well. Didn't we take another MRI scan after the surgery? The flexor tendon is growing back fine. The flexor tendon has grown thicker, but it's less than 0.003 inches. It's far away from the standards of adhesion. You don't have to worry about it.”

Pan Jinyue and Zheng Qi looked at each other before they asked, ”It was a good suture?”

”The suture is done well, your rehabilitation is also going on well. Now, you just have to recover slowly,” Pan Hua said with absolute certainty.

Pan Jinyue listened. Then, she seemed to have made a decision. She looked at her husband, Zheng Qi, then at her younger brother, Pan Hua, and said, ”Then we want to give the chief surgeon a banner.”

Pan Hua's thoughts immediately became disorderly. 'Give a banner? Give who a banner? Do they mean to give Ling Ran a banner?'

Pan Jinyue added, ”Hua'zi, didn't you say that doctors love receiving banners the most? We'll send a banner to the doctor.”

When she said the last sentence, Pan Jinyue demonstrated her dignity as Pan Hua's older sister.

”That…” Pan Hua did not know what to say. Then, he turned around and saw his brother-in-law's palm. The numerous and complicated thoughts in his mind calmed down. No matter what, Ling Ran really did cure Zheng Qi's hand.

Pan Hua himself knew just how difficult it was for flexor tendon sutures to have practically no adhesion during the recovery period.

Forget about gifting just one banner, if there was anyone who can suture flexor tendons to such a degree, it would be worth the patient's money, no matter how many banners he or she wanted to give the doctor.

Pan Hua sighed and said, ”If you want to send a banner, I will not be making an appearance. After all, we are not in the same department.”