"I know it's been so many days since it happened, but ......"
Jessie wanted to say something else, but George raised his hand and interrupted her, "Alright, I said don't say anything."
Jessie lowered her head, "Okay."
For a moment, silence fell over the ward.
But after a while, Jessie looked up with great unease and asked, "Mr. Joe, you are a brain doctor, so do you know if the blood clots in your brain will disappear?"
She was worried that it would be a problem if it didn't go away and then evolve into cancer.
She remembered watching a TV show before, on which the heroine had a blood clot in her brain that pressed on her visual nerve and eventually turned into brain cancer and died.
So a small problem could eventually turn into a big one.
Something like having something in head could not be ignored.
Looking at Jessie's clenched hands and worried expression, the corners of George's mouth curved up slightly, "Yes."
"Really?" Jessie's eyes lit up, and a surprised smile was evident on her face.
George nodded, "I'm a brain surgeon, do you think I'd be unaware of that? And you think I would joke about my career?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Jessie shook her head to explain, "I am just happy, so I couldn't help but ask for proof."
"Oh? Happy?" George leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on her, "You're happy that I'm okay?"
Jessie's gaze flickered as she avoided his gaze, then she nodded, "Yes, I'm happy, it was my father who caused the incident, and if something happened to you, our family would have a hard time with our hearts, so of course I'm happy to hear that you are okay, and in this way, our family won't have to carry too much of a psychological burden."
Jessie's thin lips pursed, "I thought that you are worried about me."
He didn't say this very loudly, so Jessie didn't hear it clearly and tilted his head in confusion, "Mr. Joe, what did you say?"
"Nothing." George lowered his eyelids and replied.
Jessie felt that his attitude was suddenly much colder, but did not know the reason, she shrugged her shoulders and did not think much about it, just asked, "By the way, Mr. Joe, how long will the blood clot in your brain disappear?"
"A month or so." George leaned back into the bed again and replied.
Jessie nodded, "That's good."
A month, not short, but not particularly long either, was still an acceptable range.
"But in this month, will you get dizzy or have headaches?" Jessie looked at George and asked another question.
George raised his eyes and said, "Pretty much, it's just normal."
"Yeah." Jessie lifted her chin in a daze.
No wonder he hadn't let her go to the doctor, because he knew all about his own problems.
And yes, he was a doctor, could he not know if he needed to find another doctor in his case?
Moreover, he was the youngest brain specialist in the world and had a very high standing in the world. There was simply no other brain doctor who could reach his level of medical skills, except for a few old men.
So no brain surgeon in this hospital was a better doctor than he was.
It seemed inappropriate to seek out other doctors.
Jessie ruffled the hair around her ears and didn't speak anymore.
At this point, George suddenly remembered something and looked at her, "You were told to check in for hospitalization, have you done so?"
"Huh?" Jessie froze and looked up to meet the man's deep, dark eyes.
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