Chapter 1101
The next morning, bright and early, Rosalyn’s entire family headed out together to accompany Calvin to the hospital for a thorough examination. Other than the injury on his head, the rest of his wounds had pretty much healed up. However, resources on the ship were limited. Despite the captain and the first mate having heaps of experience, after the check–up, they stumbled upon a concerning issue.
“It seems like he had a broken arm before, which we didn’t pick up on and didn’t get the right treatment for. It healed on its own, and now there are some issues with his left hand’s grip,” the doctor said, pointing to a subtle spot on the X–ray.
Hilaria covered her mouth, a pained look on her face. Just hearing the doctor say that was enough to make her feel the pain.
“Don’t worry too much, ma’am. We caught it in time, and a small surgery will fix it,” the doctor continued. “The bigger issue right now is his vision.”
The doctor pulled out Calvin’s medical report from his last annual check–up. He used to work in shooting, so he always took great care of his vision. “Is there no chance of recovery?” Rosalyn asked.
The doctor shook his head and said, “This is due to an infection that occurred after long–term immersion in seawater without effective treatment… I can only guarantee that his vision won’t continue to deteriorate, but as for recovery, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”
Calvin touched his own eyes. “It’s not nearsightedness,” he murmured.
Back when he was living with the crew, he noticed that his vision would sometimes get blurry. Kieran thought he was nearsighted and even took him to get glasses. Rosalyn and Hilaria exchanged a look, but all the extreme sports Calvin loved were no longer possible for him.
Later, a neuro specialist looked at his report and gave some recovery suggestions. But memory was a complex thing, and no one could guarantee Calvin would be able to recall his past.
After a whole day at the hospital, they brought Calvin home only in the evening.
Late at night, Rosalyn found Hilaria crying quietly in the garden.
“Why are you still up?” Rosalyn asked.
Hilaria turned her face, wiped the corner of her eyes, and Rosalyn sat next to her, handing her a tissue.
Hilaria glanced at her and took the tissue. “I’m fine, just… feeling guilty.”;
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