So now, although it's not a life-threatening issue, the young man is essentially unable to live and work normally; sometimes, he even considers just chopping off his left hand.
"Lie down, and I'll give you an examination first."
After listening to what the young man said, Zhao Heng understood and asked him to lie on the hospital bed.
"Alright."
The young man nodded repeatedly, and soon, he was lying on the hospital bed.
"Bring some local anesthetic gel."
Seeing the young man's right hand still tightly grasping the restless left hand, Zhao Heng spoke to Tian Zhen.
"Okay."
Tian Zhen nodded.
Before long, Tian Zhen came over with a dose of anesthetic gel and applied it to the young man's left hand.
After applying the anesthetic gel, the anesthetic molecules seeped in through the skin, and soon, the young man's left hand was temporarily calm.
"You can remove your right hand now; your left hand is anesthetized."
Zhao Heng said to the young man.
