Haicheng City Hospital.
In the ward.
The doctor held a bunch of "X-ray films" and said, "Everything else is okay, just the right ring finger is shattered, but even after it heals, it will affect the flexibility of the finger."
He knew that Qiao Xi was a doctor, and a doctor's fingers were vital; any problem with them was significant.
"Is there no other way?"
Huo Xingzhou looked at Qiao Xi, who lay on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed, and asked gently.
"I'm afraid even Doctor Yan can't do anything about this kind of injury. I think we can only try post-surgery physical therapy with National Doctor Cheng Han." The chief physician curiously looked at his legs but didn't dare to ask more. He suspected that Huo Xingzhou might have found Cheng Han.
"I understand."
Huo Xingzhou said indifferently.
The doctor gave some more instructions and then left the ward.
Qiao Xi's body on the hospital bed trembled slightly, tears falling from the corners of her closed eyes.
