Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Qin Mo has already seen it, and there is no need to hide it from him now. Su Miao stretched out her hand and opened her right hand. Only four fingers remained, and the original little finger was missing. Two years later, the wound was uneven .

Qin Mo grabbed her hands and looked carefully. Apart from the missing little finger, there were various burns on the hands, and the dark red skin was uneven. He also studied medicine and knew how serious these injuries were. It means that Su Miao can no longer pick up the scalpel.

No wonder she said she couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't help him, her hand was disabled, she was also a patient and how to become a doctor.

Qin Mo could hardly hold back his tears: "How did this happen...how did your hands become like this..."

Su Miao's expression didn't change, she seemed to be numb after the pain, she didn't like people staring at her hand all the time.

These hands used to be her everything, her pride, but now it has become like this, she is used to trying to cover it up, Su Miao slowly withdrew her hands: "When I was in prison, I was scalded with boiling water and cut off with bricks. gone."

"Where's your little finger? If you found it in time, you can connect it..."

As if recalling the scene of her little finger being broken, Su Miao took a deep breath and her eyes turned red: "I was flushed into the toilet a long time ago. Even if I didn't lose it, I can't recover from my injury."

Looking at Su Miao's uneven injuries, Qin Mo could imagine what it was like back then. Bricks are not as sharp as knives, they can be cut with one knife.

Su Miao's little finger was not cut off with a single knife, but was chopped off bit by bit with a brick. Such pain, just thinking about it as a man, made his heart ache, and subconsciously clutched his little finger.

How did Su Miao, who really experienced rotten flesh and bones, survive that night?

Qin Mo lowered his head, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, he didn't know what to say to the calm Su Miao.

How could Su Miao be so calm?How many things happened to make her say these words with a calm face?

"Why did you have to cut off your fingers? Your hands are used to pick up the scalpel to save people..." Qin Mo clenched his teeth with all his strength to stop his choked and trembling voice.

He remembered several years ago, when he met Su Miao, at that time, Su Miao was holding a scalpel with a confident face, and she was determined to fight for medicine, with a light that could not be ignored in her eyes.

Her patients, men, women and children, all trust her and like her. Older patients call her "Miaomiao", peers call her "Dr. Su", and younger patients call her "Ms. Miaomiao".

She has a baby face that makes people approachable, and she is very sweet when she smiles, but how can I still see the smile at that time now?

That baby face was ruined by the years, but at 29, she looked like an old man, her face was no longer vivid.

"It's fine if you can't hold the scalpel, as long as you're alive." These words are to appease Qin Mo, and she told herself that as long as people are alive, it's fine.

Su Miao lowered her eyes, and the cold seeped out again. She will never forget that night when her hand was pressed into the toilet, and the bricks were thrown down again and again, the blood was bloody, and hot blood splashed on her face , her little finger fell into the toilet squat, like a rotten piece of rotten meat.

Qin Mo choked up, and he gently rubbed his hand on Su Miao's head. It's not that Su Miao doesn't want to go to the hospital, but that she wants to be a doctor but can't.

The duty of a doctor is to save people, but now she is also sick, not just trauma, her heart is full of scars, her illness has become a stone for a long time, and there is no cure.

"Will you tell me everything that happened to you in prison?"

"There's nothing to say, it's all over." Besides, it's useless to say it. Only you know how painful it is when you hurt yourself, and no one will feel the same.

"I'll accompany you to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow."

"I do not want to go."

"Su Miao."

Su Miao raised her head and looked seriously at Qin Mo's worried eyes. She wanted to reject his kindness directly but didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a while, Su Miao bit her lips: "Can I not go? I'm afraid..."

Qin Mo asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Her current body is in a mess, and she herself knows what is wrong with her, such as severe rheumatism, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, severe gastrointestinal problems...

She was afraid to go to the hospital for a physical examination, which turned out to be worse than she had imagined.

I can still lie to myself without going to the hospital all the time, that my body is still in good condition.

"Forget it, I'll accompany you when you want to go, and eat first."

Qin Mo also saw that Su Miao couldn't eat spicy food, so he put green vegetables for her, rinsed the fish with clean water and put them in Su Miao's bowl.

After finishing the meal, Qin Mo put away the dishes in the kitchen to wash, and asked Su Miao to rest.

Su Miao was sitting on the sofa, curled up, looking very lonely from behind.

Qin Mo took a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table: "Su Miao, tell me, is it related to Song Hansheng who caused your hands to become like this?"