Siheyuan: Traveling through three years to gain the power of a palm

After Yi Zhonghai got this disease, it was hard to say whether he could maintain his level of sixth-level worker, let alone promotion. He could even no longer display his locksmith skills.

As for whether anyone could produce good parts with trembling hands, Jiang Fan had only seen it on TV. Even if there was one, it wouldn't be Yi Zhonghai; his skills still needed practice.

After cleaning up all traces, Jiang Fan quickly returned to the school dormitory and lay down to rest.

The next day, after Yi Zhonghai got up, he felt a slight pain on his face and something was wrong with his right arm, but he didn't take it seriously.

But when eating, Yi Zhonghai held the bowl in his left hand and picked up pickles with chopsticks in his right hand, but his hands were shaking all the time.

He shook his right hand vigorously, and slapped it a few times with his left hand. It was still no use, his hand was still shaking.

Yi Zhonghai's expression finally changed, and he looked at his right hand with some horror.

"Lao Yi, what's wrong with your hand?"

The auntie had just wanted to ask about this: Yi Zhonghai had taken away half of a plate of pickled vegetables. Now that Yi Zhonghai was shaking his arms and hitting her, she was even more worried.

"My dear, I don't know what's going on. My hand suddenly stopped responding and keeps shaking."

Yi Zhonghai was a little flustered. It could be said that he made a living with his hands, especially his right hand. But now his right hand suddenly became like this. Could he still be a good fitter?

How will I support myself in my retirement if I am not good at being a fitter?

"Zhonghai, let's go to the hospital quickly."

"Yes, yes, let's go to the hospital. Honey, go get some money. No matter how much it costs, you have to heal my hand."

The two men didn't bother to pack anything. They took the money, closed the door and left.

"Uncle, where are you going? You look so anxious."

Sha Zhu was washing up by the sink. Looking at Yi Zhonghai's hurried look, he asked with a smile.

"It's okay, Shazhu, go to work today and ask your uncle for a day off."

The woman still had some sense at this point; after all, it wasn't her hands that were shaking. Although she was a little anxious, she wasn't too panicked.

After asking Sha Zhu for help to ask for leave, the two of them hurried to the hospital.

Shazhu scratched his head, not understanding what was going on.

hospital.

Doctor Zhang looked at Yi Zhonghai's trembling right hand and said, "Comrade, calm down first. Try to control this hand. Don't be too nervous. Relax and take a deep breath."

Yi Zhonghai listened to the doctor's advice and took a few deep breaths. The trembling in his right hand seemed to have subsided, but at this level, he still couldn't do benchwork.

"Doctor, this is the best you can do. But I'm a fitter! I eat with my hands. If my hands stay like this, I won't be able to work at all!

Doctor, please think of a way to save me. Nothing must happen to my hand. It doesn’t matter how much it costs, as long as my hand can be healed.”

"Yes, doctor, we don't have any children, and my husband is the only one who has a job. If anything happens to Old Yi's hand, our family will be finished."

Yi Zhonghai and his wife told the doctor about their family situation.

"Calm down, calm down. Let's go take some pictures and see what's going on." (KUAKE checked)

Doctor Zhang wrote a note and gave it to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai took the note and went to shoot the film. The process of waiting for the film was very long and uncomfortable.

Yi Zhonghai looked at his shaking hands, tears streaming down his face. He asked a woman to hold his right hand with both hands, hoping to stop it from shaking.

But no matter how hard the aunt tried, she could not control Yi Zhonghai's hand and could not stop it at all.

"Yi Zhonghai, are you there? Your film is ready."

The nurse came out of the room with the film.

"Yes, we are here."

An old lady ran over and took the film. She didn't see it and didn't understand it. "Lao Yi, let's go find a doctor."

The two men found the doctor again and said, "Doctor, here are the X-rays. Please take a look."

Doctor Zhang took the film, looked at it carefully, and then looked at Yi Zhonghai's hand, repeating this several times.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my hand?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at the doctor's performance and couldn't help asking.

"There's nothing wrong with your hand, judging by the X-ray. But why is it shaking all the time? Could it be Parkinson's?"

"Parkinson's? Doctor, what kind of disease is this? Can it be cured?"

Yi Zhonghai asked anxiously.

"Parkinson's is a movement disorder whose symptoms gradually worsen. You just said you were fine yesterday, but now you're like this today?

And there are no symptoms of complications, which makes me a little confused. Wait a minute, I'll make a phone call first."

Doctor Zhang made a phone call. "Teacher, I, Zhang San, have a patient here and I can't make up my mind. Hmm, strange, very strange.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and looked like Parkinson's disease, but the onset was sudden. He was fine when he went to bed yesterday, but suddenly became like this this morning.

And there are no complications at all. Okay, I'll leave the person here and wait for you to come."

Doctor Zhang put down the phone and looked at Yi Zhonghai. "Comrade, to be honest, I can't diagnose your disease. I initially suspected it was Parkinson's, but according to what you said, it doesn't seem to be the case."

Doctor Zhang paused and continued.

"I'm not sure about your illness. But I just called my teacher. He'll be here soon. Please wait in the hospital for a while. I'll have my teacher come and take a look at you."

"Doctor, does your teacher have any solution? Can he cure this Parkinson's disease?"

An aunt asked.

"Auntie, let me tell you this, if it's confirmed to be Parkinson's disease, I can tell you that this disease is incurable."

“It can’t be cured!”

These three words kept turning around in Yi Zhonghai's mind. He was thinking that the treatment would fail, his hand would be crippled, and he would be finished.

Yi Zhonghai stood up suddenly, only to feel his head sink, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Doctor Zhang quickly arranged for Yi Zhonghai to be hospitalized, and carefully observed his hand when Yi Zhonghai fainted. When Yi Zhonghai fainted, his right hand was still shaking.

And it seemed that because he was no longer under Yi Zhonghai's control, his right hand was shaking even more violently.

Chapter 58: Yi Zhonghai's Right Hand Was Disabled

When Yi Zhonghai woke up, he felt as if something was fiddling with his right hand.

Several doctors in white coats gathered around Yi Zhonghai's right hand, examining it non-stop. Doctor Zhang and an elderly woman with red eyes watched from the side.

If Yi Zhonghai had not died yet, they really wanted to dissect Yi Zhonghai's arm to see its internal structure.

I have never seen such a case in medicine. The right arm is shaking constantly, but it is not Parkinson's disease and there are no other complications.

How strange.

The last patient who was so strange was the old lady who became deaf after being poisoned. She was also sent here by this patient.

"Hey, you're awake."

A doctor noticed that Yi Zhonghai had opened his eyes.

"Lao Yi, how do you feel? You just fainted suddenly and scared me, you know."

A woman threw herself on Yi Zhonghai and started crying. She had been married to Yi Zhonghai since she was 17, and it had been almost 30 years.

But in these 30 years, she has not been able to give Yi Zhonghai a child. However, except for complaining in the first few years, Yi Zhonghai has never blamed her since then.

She also advised Yi Zhonghai to divorce her and marry another woman, but Yi Zhonghai refused to agree no matter what. This touched her deeply, and she always felt deeply guilty towards Yi Zhonghai in her heart.

"My dear, I'm fine. I'm awake now, right?"

Yi Zhonghai comforted the old lady, gently patting her back with his left hand.

The doctors looked at each other and walked out of the ward one after another. One of the old men walked behind them and said, "Xiao Zhang, come with us."

"Comrade, please wait a moment. The teachers may have reached a conclusion."

Doctor Zhang glanced at Yi Zhonghai and followed him out.

"My dear, who are those people?"

Yi Zhonghai pressed his right hand under his body, trying to keep it still.

"I heard from Doctor Zhang, his teacher, that the other doctors are all very good. Don't worry, Lao Yi. There will definitely be nothing wrong with your illness."

The lady explained to Yi Zhonghai that he didn't understand what the doctor said, about nerves, reaction systems, and blood vessel compression.

Outside.

"Xiao Zhang, let me first tell you our preliminary opinion of this patient. Please take note of it."

"Okay, teacher."

Doctor Zhang took out a pen and paper and prepared to take notes.

"We can conclude that this patient is definitely not a Parkinson's patient, but we are still unable to figure out what his disease is.

The initial diagnosis was that one or more of the patient's nerves were compressed and blocked, causing the tremors in his right arm. (Made up)

But there is still good news. There are no other symptoms at present, and it will not affect other parts of the body.

This is good news amidst the bad news, as far as curing this condition is concerned.”

The old man shook his head, and his meaning was very clear: this disease might be incurable.

Doctor Zhang took note of it and now he has to think carefully about how to tell the patient about this.

"Okay, teacher, I understand. I will try my best to calm the patient down."

The old man nodded and asked some more questions about Dr. Zhang's work. He knew that apart from this difficult patient, everything else was normal.

"We should be leaving soon. We have to go back to teach those students. Xiao Zhang, no need to see me off. By the way, if the patient doesn't want to endure his arm shaking like this, you can tell him to amputate it. That might be a solution."

Dr. Zhang returned to the ward only after several old doctors left.

He was thinking about how to tell Yi Zhonghai, and this was the difficult part.

After Dr. Zhang came in, Yi Zhonghai looked at him with hope, hoping to hear the good news from him that his arm was healed.

"Comrade Yi Zhonghai, the one who just came to diagnose you was my teacher. There are also several other doctors who are all well-regarded in the city. Their diagnosis is not very optimistic."

Dr. Zhang was not too close to Yi Zhonghai, but a little further away.

"Doctor Zhang, what did your teacher say? Is my disease Parkinson's?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart sank to the bottom. Doctor Zhang said that Parkinson's disease is incurable. The old lady also started crying.

"Comrade Yi Zhonghai, your illness is not Parkinson's disease, but a nerve compression problem. We still cannot solve this problem. Therefore, we can't do anything about the trembling in your right arm."

Yi Zhonghai's heart was completely dead. His eyes were dim and tears flowed unconsciously from his eyes. He kept repeating one sentence in his mouth, "My right hand is broken?"

For Yi Zhonghai, the trembling of his right hand was no different from having his right hand disabled. He was a fitter, so even a limp was no big deal.

But it was his hand, and his right hand at that. With his current condition, it was impossible for him to process a level 6 workpiece.

Perhaps he could still process first-level and second-level workpieces, but the leaders of the steel mill would not allow someone like him, who posed a safety hazard, to work in the workshop.

Even if the factory has death standards, it was an accidental death caused by mechanical error or worker error.

But if a person with a health problem is allowed to work, if something really happens, the problem cannot be solved by accidental death.

It can be said that in Yi Zhonghai's situation, if he still wants to work in the steel rolling mill, there is no problem, but he has no chance of entering the workshop. He can only do logistics, such as cleaning, kitchen, watching the warehouse and so on.

Doctor Zhang explained the actual situation and comforted Yi Zhonghai. He left as he was very busy with work.

As for amputation, he didn't want to talk about it. At least Yi Zhonghai is in good health now and has no other illnesses. Amputation would be risky.

After several minutes, Yi Zhonghai suddenly raised his right hand and smashed it on the hospital bed.

"What use do I have for you?"

Yi Zhonghai roared loudly, veins on his head bulged, and a red scar instantly appeared on his right arm. Severe pain came, stimulating Yi Zhonghai's brain.

The auntie was so frightened that she immediately hugged Yi Zhonghai tightly and said, "Old Yi, don't scare me. What will I do if you leave?"

The old lady hugged Yi Zhonghai like this, and Yi Zhonghai suddenly started crying.

The noise made by the two also attracted the nurses, but because Dr. Zhang said that the patients in this room might have greater emotional fluctuations, no one came to disturb them.