If his hand were the problem, Li Chengyun dared not imagine what Yu Jingrong would become.
Si Tu looked at Li Chengyun's tense expression, pursed his lips, and spoke slowly, "The worst outcome... Miss Yu's right hand might... might be ruined."
Might be ruined!
Even though the word "might" was included, Li Chengyun's pupils still sharply contracted, clearly unable to accept it.
Seeing this, Si Tu heaved a deep sigh, "Mr. Li, there's a ninety percent chance of that possibility, but we shouldn't dismiss the other ten percent. Perhaps the nerves will heal, and the blood flow will recover with rehabilitation..."
Li Chengyun asked in a grave voice, "What if the hand is ruined? Can it be cured?"
Hearing Li Chengyun's question, Si Tu fell silent for a while and then shook his head gently, "Mr. Li, that... our hospital's capabilities are limited, and currently, it probably wouldn't be feasible within the country..."
