"Fibromuscular necrosis means his right hand is essentially disabled. He may not even be able to pick up a pen in the future, let alone do other things..."
Fei Zi was horrified and was about to speak, but the doctor cut her off.
"Don't panic, we need to continue observing the fibers. Even if they've necrosed, it is possible to administer transplants and rehabilitation therapy. He might not be able to fully regain control, but as long as he doesn't exert too much force, basic tasks should still be possible."
Fei Zi's heart was racing, it was like riding a roller coaster.
The doctor added, not quite sensitively, "The primary objective is to get him through the critical period while in hospital."
F*ck! Can't he phrase it in a less breathless manner?
Fei Zi had the urge to punch him!
A swarm of people wheeled Lan Xiu toward the intensive care unit, while Fei Zi followed closely behind.
