The attending physician was a middle-aged man in his forties, surnamed Qin.
He cleared his throat and began explaining Shen Wangjing's condition in Mandarin tinged with a Yunling accent.
"The patient's vital signs have stabilized since he left the resuscitation room. The fractures and internal bleeding aren't major concerns. The main issue is prolonged oxygen deprivation. When the mine collapsed, ore pinned his chest down, restricting his breathing and depriving his brain of sufficient oxygen for nearly six hours."
Doctor Qin took the scans off the lightbox, pointed to an area on one of the cross-sectional images, and looked up to check Jiang Xun's reaction.
Jiang Xun sat perfectly straight, both hands on his knees, his fingers twisting together unconsciously.
"The effects of prolonged oxygen deprivation on the brain can vary greatly. Some people wake up completely fine, while others develop aftereffects such as memory loss, difficulty concentrating, and mood swings."
"Of course, there are severe cases too, such as delayed brain injury, which can cause a sudden deterioration during recovery."
"The County Hospital has limited equipment. A brain CT can only give us a general picture, and we'll need to keep observing him to determine whether there are any aftereffects. I recommend transferring him to a better-equipped hospital for a comprehensive examination. Brain issues can't wait."
Jiang Xun pressed his lips into a line. The color rapidly drained from his face, leaving only a thin pallor.
Doctor Qin saw it and lowered his eyes guiltily, pretending to leaf through the medical records.
When he received a call from Jiang Huaixiao's secretary that morning, he had found it strange. Of course he had heard of this President Jiang-the head of the Jiang Group, who had personally contributed half of Yunling County's poverty-relief donations last year.
Someone of that stature had