The Poor Baby's Manipulation Manual

Four weeks later, I realized how painful my throat was after making a sound, "Where is this?"

"In the hospital..." Ning Feng patted his back gently, coaxing him softly, "You can go home soon."

He Qing stared blankly, as if he was recalling why he was in the hospital. After thinking for a long time, he finally came to his senses, "Ahe, let him cripple my hand."

He wanted to move his fingers, but found that he couldn't control them. He lowered his head to look in a daze, but saw that his hands were wrapped in gauze, and tears were dripping down. The young man murmured, "So, my hands were scrapped." ..."

Ning Feng's eyes were gloomy and terrifying for a moment. He patted the young man and said softly: "No, Ah Qing's hand is not broken. I will find the best doctor to cure you."

"It's useless, it's useless." He Qing didn't want to cry like a little girl, but he felt wronged, "I'm a doctor, if my hand is injured, I can't hold a scalpel anymore."

"I can't be a doctor anymore..."

The young man was stunned, and he said, "My life has been ruined."