“I have to thank you and Director Huang for what I am now. You have given me so much help and support.” After Yaffe says that, she winks at him and says, “Can we dispense with the formalities and cut the flattery? Come on. Tell me what you have gained from the trip overseas.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s productive. It’s great to exchange information with the leading experts. Now I have new thoughts about the handling of extra low Conscious index. We’ve started to have clinical experiments in Chandely First Hospital.”
Yaffe nods. The human wakefulness range is 3-15.
Normally a person’s value is 15 when he is fully awake. If one’s value is 3, that means he will never wake up.
It is the goal of so many doctors and experts to break this rule.
Within the medical circle, more than once, the top experts want to explore the ways to deal with it when the value is in the range of 3-5, but so far there isn’t any breakthrough.
“How is the progress of the project?” Yaffe asks.
“It’s not bad so far. The First Hospital’s scale, facilities and technical force are all good. They are well funded too. So it shouldn’t be a problem for them to go on for three to five years.”
“Then why don’t you go to the First Hospital? An expert like you will be put in an important position wherever you go. It wastes your talents to stay in Youndgon Hospital.”
“If the leaders of the hospital hear that, they will mark it down secretly and I will have to pay for it one day.” Zahi snorts and takes out two notebooks from his briefcase. “These are the notes I have kept. You can take them home and read.”
“Thank you,” says Yaffe as she takes the notebooks. She asks, “Do you think it has anything to do with the brain if a person is not willing to talk and has frequent emotional fluctuation?”
“We have to look into specific cases for analysis. A series of elements have to be taken into consideration, such as what he has experienced before, his age, his psychological endurance, intellectual and physical development, family background, etc.”
“Well, my question is too general.”
“Generally, if there isn’t language dysfunction, then it’s probably psychological reasons. For this kind of patients, patient guiding and appropriate medicine would be the treatment. Some will recover and some will not. It all depends on God.”
“This conclusion means nothing.”
“But that is the fact. There’s nothing else we can do so far,” Zahi says, “Okay, go back to work, don’t make Director Huang curse me with voodoo.”
Yaffe took the notebooks and went out.
She knows Wiphy’s conditions can’t get better easily. Judging from the extent Quinn cares about Wiphy, the doctors and experts he hires should be all top ones in the circle.
Even the professionals who specially studied Wiphy’s conditions couldn’t propose effective treatment, how can a layman like her solve the problem by fluke with a little knowledge she just learned?
How naive she is!
Yaffe thinks to herself ironically. Maybe she’d better call her mother for advice.
Sometimes, being too scrupulous will increase the kid’s psychological pressure. Perhaps she should just be as careless as her mother.
At least she was raised up by her mother and she is mentally healthy.
After the phone rings once, Monismith answers the call. “Yaffe, is it appropriate for you to make personal calls during work?”
“Mom, what happened to your voice?” Yaffe finds that her mom speaks with heavy nasal accent.
“I caught a cold and my head swims. Make it short. Shoot. Don’t bother me if you don’t have anything important,” says Monismith impatiently.
“Okay, I’ll be brief. Tell me how you treated me when I was a kid.”
“Oh, now that you have your husband to back you, you want to tell me that the reckoning day has come?”
Yaffe rolls her eyes and says, “Mom, you have watched too many harem woman plays. It’s just that I can get along with Wiphy. I want to get some tips from you.”
“My experience can’t offer you any tips. You were different from what Wiphy is. All I can tell you is that kids are much smarter than you think. He can feel who really loves him and who palters with him. For the rest, you should figure out by yourself.”
After she says that, she hangs off directly.
When Yaffe hears the busy signal from the other side of the phone, she is speechless.
Her mother is as domineering as she used to be.
It looks like she has to go back home this evening.
After work, Yaffe sends a message to Quinn, telling him that she will go back to her parents’ home for dinner and then she drives there directly.
She stops at a supermarket nearby and buys some food that her parents like most and then hurries home.
When she opens the door, she finds the house all dark though it is already 7pm.
Yaffe changes her shoes at the hallway and calls out to them, “Mom! Dad! Are you home?”
After a long while, from the second floor comes Monismith husky voice.
“You wretched girl, why would you come back?”
“Sure enough I am worried about you.” Yaffe carries two big doggy bags of food into the kitchen.
Monismith walks down the stairs slowly.
When Yaffe turns around, she sees her mother’s face gaunt and tired. “Mom, are you sure you just caught a cold. You look terrible.”
“Will you look prettier when you catch a cold?”
“Okay, I won’t argue with a patient. What do you feel like to eat? Chef Yaffe will cook personally today. You can order anything you want.”
“Whatever. I don’t have appetite for anything.”
“Okay, then you go back to lie down. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Monismith mutters something and then goes upstairs again, her slippers pattering along the way.
Yaffe wonders about her mother’s behavior and reaction to her and she has a feeling that her mother wants to drive her out. She seems not glad to see her come back at this time.
Her mother tortured her when she caught a cold in the past, but she had never disliked her like that.
Yaffe cleans the rice and then plugs in the electric rice cooker. After that, she finds out the medicine kit.
“Mom, let me check your temperature. If you have a fever, we’ll have to go to the hospital.”
Monismith allows Yaffe to do whatever she wants as she is weak and spiritless.
After Yaffe places the thermometer under Monismith’s armpit, she goes downstairs again to handle the food material.
She cooks four dishes and a soup. They are all easy to digest.
Yannick hasn’t returned after all food is placed on the table.
Yaffe frowns and looks at her listless mother. “Ms. Qin, it is time to confess. What happened at home?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullsh*t. If you resist desperately, I won’t go easy on you. You think your daughter is just someone you can play tricks on? Is it so fun to keep it from me when something bad happens?”
“Yes, it’s quite funny,” says Monismith slowly while squinting at her.
“I’ll give you ten seconds and you’ll have to tell me the truth. Or the gloves will be off.” As she says that, she pulls all the dishes towards her side on the place where Monismith can’t reach.
Monismith puts down the chopsticks and says, “Okay, it won’t hurt to tell you the truth.”
Yaffe keeps silent and listens.
“The building your father designed was going to be finished half a month ago. The day when the last floor was finished, it collapsed and over a dozen people died or injured. Now their families are protesting. And your father has got involved.”
“Dad is the designer. Why should the matter of construction have anything to do with him?”
“We doubted about that too. And judiciary authority has already intervened. They’ve confirmed that the material the construction company used had no problem. The experts have seen the drawings. They said there was something wrong with your father’s design. The design of the load bearing walls is not scientific. The collapsed part happened to be exactly on the spot where the design’s unreasonable part lied on.”