Chapter 17 My legs are gone
It feels like being soaked in warm water, lying on soft clouds, or returning to the big velvet bed in the Bordeaux winery in her hometown. In short, Christine has not felt like this in a long time. Feeling comfortable too.
She wanted to sleep like this forever, but it seemed that a hand was constantly pulling on her, preventing her from enjoying sleep peacefully.
My head is still a little dizzy, but the memory slowly returns, but there are many unreal fragments interspersed in it.
She seemed to have seen an explosion, and then the house collapsed, and she was pressed underneath, and seemed to be pulled out from inside. Who is it? I can’t remember his face clearly, I just remember that the other person’s palm was wide and warm.
After that? The man pulled me to escape, and I felt like I was on a flying horse in a fairy tale. The surrounding scenery kept flying backwards, and then I seemed to be bitten by something on my leg. It hurt...
Chris Ting sat up suddenly, and then the stinging pain on her calf brought her spirit back to reality.
She then noticed that she could barely feel her right leg, and the pain was coming from there.
It was okay just now, but now once she realized that she was injured, the female reporter was so painful that she almost shed tears.
At this time, she heard someone talking softly outside the door, "It's a pity that you lost a leg before you grew up at such a young age."
"It's just a matter of time. I can't save my life. It's just a matter of sooner or later." Someone answered from the side.
“But I still feel so pitiful~”
“Okay, stop talking, the people inside are waking up soon, we have to hurry!”
Then the door opened again There was the sound of sharpening knives.
Christine was shocked: "What! I can't save my legs? I'm about to die?!"
She tried hard to move her right leg but couldn't feel anything, as if nothing existed there.
"Has it been cut off?! God! I'm still young, I don't want to be without legs!" the girl shouted in her heart!
From fright to fear, and from fear to sadness, Christine, who was in a state of emotional ups and downs, even cried out, "Ooooo~ I don't want to have no legs~~"
"She woke up ? ” The people outside the door heard the sound and two people opened the door and walked in.
"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt? Sorry, honey, I can't inject you with morphine casually. If you become addicted, you will be in trouble for the rest of your life." A broad palm touched the female reporter's back , that's Nurse Margaret.
"Woo~ My legs are gone! My legs are gone!" Christine hugged Margaret sadly and cried loudly, even snot was smeared on her skirt.
"The leg is gone? Who said that? We didn't amputate your leg?" Another voice broke in, that was He Chi, who was wearing a white coat made from a tablecloth.
"Don't lie to me, I heard it all, I have no legs, wuwuwu~~"
"Oh my God~" He Chi patted his forehead and pulled away The sheets on the girl's lower body were removed. "Look, aren't your legs there? Where are they?" Amputation, the operation was successful, you will be fine!”
Christine looked up timidly, and sure enough, her fair right leg was still there, but it was uglyly bandaged with gauze. , like an elementary school student's failed homework in a handicraft class.
"Still... no amputation? But why can't I feel my legs?" the female reporter asked sobbing. "That's because of Ms. Margaret's insistence. She gave you one of the only two anesthetics she had. You have to thank her properly." He Chi said angrily. Behind him, Aunt Margaret was also smiling. you.
“But you said you are so young and have lost a leg before you have grown up...” The female reporter accepted the fact that her leg was fine, but she was still a little confused.
"I'm talking about the pig found in the yard. It was just slaughtered." He Chi shook a white thing in his hand.
"This, this, this...what is this?" The female reporter's face turned pale when she saw the thing in He Chi's hand.
"Huh? Can't you see? These are pig's trotters." He Chi raised the "little gadget" in his hand seriously.
"Pig's feet! Oh my God! What are they doing?" Kristen felt like she was about to faint, and she felt her stomach churn.
"Oh, you have a broken bone and we are going to replace it..."
Crack! Before He Chi could finish speaking, Margaret slapped him hard on the back.
"Hey! Don't make such jokes with women, I will be angry if you do this again." The stout Margaret suppressed some of He Chi's nasty jokes, and then turned to comfort the female reporter. " Don’t worry, everything is fine with you. The injury on your leg has been debrided and it won’t take long to recover.”
"But if he hadn't used it on me, what would he have done with the pig's feet? You must be comforting me, right?" Christine's voice was filled with tears again.
"This? Of course it's for eating, otherwise what do you think?" He Chi interjected from the side. He didn't know why after he successfully rescued Christine on the operating table, he now saw this golden Si Mao just wanted to bully him.
"Eat... pig's feet?! For whom?" Looking at the pig's feet with traces of blood, Kristen had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Of course it's you. I specifically told them that I left the pig's trotters for you. Only patients are eligible to enjoy such a good thing in my hometown." The Oriental said seriously.
“Oh my God! I would rather die!” The reporter covered her mouth tightly, trying to suppress the surging desire to vomit.
Dang Dang Dang! A knock on the door interrupted the joking of several people, and another nurse poked her head in: "He, there is something going on outside the manor. I hope you can come and take a look if you have time."
Last night, He Chi's performance All the nurses were shocked. The operation performed by this oriental man was even better than that performed by the real doctors in the hospital.
These women who had seen He Chi's surgery before subconsciously put him in a dominant position and wanted him to decide important things.
He Chi nodded, put away the joking expression on his face, then said a few words to Margaret, opened the door and walked out.
Before closing the door, Margaret said to the female reporter, "Although the joke just now was a bit too much, you still have to thank He properly. If he hadn't performed the surgery on you last night, maybe you would have to go back to God is here.”
"What? Surgery? Him?!" The female reporter never imagined that it was the "arrogant" Eastern soldier who saved her. The image of an eloquent sophist could not be associated with the rigorous doctor.
"Of course it's He. Not only for the surgery, he carried you here before coming here. Okay, you have a good rest. He and I will go out and see if we can help." Margaret tucked the female reporter back into bed and left the room.
Looking at the backs of the two people, Kristen lay there blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.
(End of this chapter)