"Generally speaking, if the reduction fails four to five times, surgery should be considered. Otherwise, where else can you go for a solution?"
"Do you want to transfer to a hospital in the province? That's also an option."
"Aren't there two more attempts left?" Lin Daomeng said.
Han Pingxiao furrowed his brow: "It's pointless. I told you from the start, this dislocation is rare and it's difficult to reduce it."
"If it could be reduced, we would have done it right away. Why would we want to trouble you?"
"You yourself are suffering."
The woman next to Lin Daomeng said, "Doctor, actually, it's like this. My husband got injured by himself, and we didn't have accident insurance. Our kid was sick a few months ago and we spent a lot of money. We really don't have much money now."
"My husband wants to save some money!"
Lin Daomeng lowered his head, looking somewhat desolate.
Saving money was indeed a direct reason.
