Before I knew it, this book had reached six hundred chapters. Time really flew by—like a weaving shuttle, like a white colt flashing past a crack.
Thank you to all the friends who have shown concern. Feng Xiao's father's health was still fairly good.
Since so many people had asked about him, Feng Xiao would briefly explain things here as a unified response. Those who were not interested could simply ignore it.
His father was already over eighty. He had always been healthy, but he was somewhat willful about his diet, did not drink much water, and had high platelet levels. Normal levels were between 100 and 300; his were 900.
The cerebral infarction had occurred some time ago, compressing nerves and leaving his right arm numb and weak. He had been receiving conservative treatment at the city central hospital.
This time, his right eye had nearly lost its vision. He went to the Second Hospital of Shandong University to inquire about surgery. After the examinations, the hospital said that his condition could lead to another cerebral infarction at any time, so he had to be hospitalized for treatment: lowering his platelet count while determining the cause, such as whether it was primary.
So this hospitalization actually had three purposes: lowering his platelet count, determining the cause, and giving his right arm physical therapy.
As for his eye, it was cataracts. Once the weather turned cooler, he could undergo surgery.
Because his father was elderly and had previously suffered a cerebral infarction, the hospital required someone to accompany him around the clock throughout his stay.
Feng Xiao had three siblings, and all of them were already struggling to keep up. Amidst the busyness, he truly felt a little sympathy for those only children who had reached middle age.
Later, they