The tablemate is sick and delicate

When Xia Dong woke up, his head was blank for a moment, and then the memory fragments were slowly pieced together, and he vaguely remembered what happened in the ghost building.

His eyes were piercingly pale. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. His eyes were not used to the light, and there was a little pain, and a little physiological tears flowed out.

He tried to turn his head, only to realize that there were waves of pain in his head, and he felt like there was a time bomb hidden in his head, as if it was going to explode at any moment.

Xia Dong tried to stretch out his arm from the quilt again, but found that it had been splinted, and the pain was unbearable when he moved it.

He smiled wryly.

There is no useful part all over the body.

Suddenly, there was a hurried door opening, and then a figure rushed into the ward quickly, and then threw itself in front of Xia Dong's bed, howling.

It's Wang Zhiyuan.

"Brother Dong! It's all my fault! I should rush in with my brothers and fight them to the death! I'm sorry, Brother Dong! Woooo!" Wang Zhiyuan lay in front of Xia Dong's hospital bed, crying with snot and tears with.

Xia Dong pushed Wang Zhiyuan's head away with his left hand in disgust, and said, "I'm not dead yet, I'm crying so hard."

Wang Zhiyuan wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said, "Then I'll call the doctor..."

He nodded and urged Wang Zhiyuan to go quickly.

In fact, his impression of what happened in the ghost building is a bit blurred, but it feels very painful, heart-wrenching pain, this is the worst beating he has suffered since he was a child, it is really embarrassing.

Before he could think for long, Wang Zhiyuan brought a doctor in a white coat over.

The doctor's white coat was not clean, there were dots of iodophor on it, his arms were open, but the buttons were not buttoned, and he walked with wind, a pen stuck in his chest, and his hairline was quite high , Sure enough, studying medicine makes people bald.

The doctor walked to Xia Dong's bed and asked Xia Dong about his physical condition as usual, how did he feel?Are you uncomfortable?He answered them all.

"I don't feel very happy, I just feel unhappy."

The doctor wrote it down in the notebook, and said: "It may be the anxiety caused by the pain, it's normal."

Xia Dong retorted solemnly: "No, I just feel aggrieved by being pressed and beaten."

The doctor took notes for a moment, then squinted his eyes to observe Xia Dong carefully, and muttered: "This person doesn't have a fever either..."

The doctor pushed the glasses and said, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Xia Dong frowned, and said: "Dizzy, it hurts when you shake it, and you can't lift your right hand."

"You were hit on the head with a blunt instrument, causing a slight concussion. You can just take care of it. The most serious injury is the wrist injury, a comminuted fracture of the wrist joint."

"Very serious?" Xia Dong stared at the quilt, trying to see his right wrist through the quilt.

The doctor said seriously: "If it is a long bone fracture, it can be restored to its original state in a month or two, but a joint fracture is more serious. Although it can be recovered, there is a high possibility of traumatic arthritis. It is a lifetime thing. Doing heavy work on rainy days, It’s going to cause pain.”

Xia Dong let out a "tsk" and remained silent.

"And... you're a high school student, right?"

Xia Dong nodded: "Yeah."

"Hey, this will delay your studies. In the past two years, your right hand has been half useless."

Xia Dong smiled indifferently, and said: "So what, I don't like to study, and when I do other things, I will use my left hand at worst."

The doctor sighed and said something ambiguous: "It's time to bear it."

Wang Zhiyuan looked at Xia Dong with a sad face, and waited for the doctor to leave before he dawdled in front of Xia Dong, bowed his head and did not speak.

"What's wrong, she looks like a little girl." Xia Dong said.

"Brother Dong, what can you do in the future, you can't use your right hand anymore."

"Look at your idiot, I will do my rehabilitation well, and my right hand will recover soon. I usually train my left hand, just like normal people."

"But......"

Xia Dong smiled: "Actually, I was left-handed when I was a child, but my dad forced me back. Now it's just right, I'm a left-hander again."

He didn't lie to Wang Zhiyuan. When he was a child, Xia's father was very strict and paid special attention to the cultivation of etiquette. In his opinion, writing with his left hand and holding chopsticks is a bad habit, so as long as Xia Dong does his homework with his left hand, Xia's father will always Talk to him.

Later, he found it annoying, so he simply forced himself to write and eat with his right hand. After Xia's father left, he never changed it back.

Xia Dong's throat felt a little bitter.

If Pan Wan knew that her baby son had lost his hand, he would feel so uncomfortable. His broken arm was recovered after two months of plaster cast. Soup, even the black-bone chicken soup and pigeon soup that women give birth to are not spared.

This time it was much more serious than before. There were still many bruises and swollen wounds on his body and face.

When the nurses came to give him medicine, they were amazed at how a teenage boy had suffered such serious injuries, and some people were discussing whether he had suffered domestic violence.

The nurse let Xia Dong show his back and rubbed the medicine on him.

His body was full of deep and shallow wounds, some of which had turned purple-black, and others were beaten by steel bars, and the skin had already been torn open.

The stimulation of alcohol made Xia Dong grit his teeth, but finally he couldn't hold back a few painful moans.

The whole process of taking the medicine seemed very long to him, and when he finally finished taking it, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

The nurse is a woman in her 30s who probably has a child. When she took the medicine, she kept ouching, as if it hurt her, making Xia Dong dumbfounded.

He turned sideways, called Wang Zhiyuan to him, and asked, "Who knows about my injury?"

Wang Zhiyuan vowed: "Don't worry, I didn't tell Auntie Pan, I also used excuses to help you get away with Lao Deng."

Xia Dong said, "Do you know about the medicine?"

"Ah? Who is Yaoyao?" Wang Zhiyuan was confused.

Xia Dong suddenly remembered that this name was only called between him and Lu Sanqi, so he changed his words: "Does Lu Sanqi know?"

Wang Zhiyuan shook his head: "How could it be possible to tell him?"

Xia Dong frowned: "You don't need to worry about this matter, anyway, you can't hide it for long. I will explain to Pan Wan and Lao Deng myself that Lu Sanqi... can keep it a secret for a day."

Wang Zhiyuan nodded: "Success." He hesitated, "Then...what about the Leopard? What happened at that time? Why did he hit you so hard?"

Xia Dong's face darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "I can't let him hit me so hard for nothing. I, Xia Dong, have never been a person who swallows my anger. Last time I hit his little brother, he didn't lose a single arm or leg. , Now dare to cripple my right hand!"

"You are not allowed to intervene in this matter from the beginning to the end. This is caused by me alone. I will solve it myself. Don't get in trouble."

Wang Zhiyuan was immediately unhappy, and said: "Impossible! You are my brother! This hatred must be avenged!"

Xia Dong sneered: "Cleaning up the leopard is very simple, I have my own method."

Returning a leopard, breaking off its teeth is at best a tabby cat.