Dr. Zhuo hurried downstairs with the nurse and saw a young girl in her early twenties, covering her waist with one hand and wiping tears with the other.

"Oh, why are you crying like this, pear blossoms bring rain." As soon as Dr. Toh touched the girl's arm, the girl cried even more.

"Ouch, my little aunt, are you hurting your waist or your arm?" Seeing her painful appearance, Dr. Zhuo also forgot that he was off-duty today, and hurriedly called to the nurse next to him, "Come on, come on, quickly push a moving bed." ”

The girl's hair hung down and covered half of her face, "I don't know where it hurts, it's just that it hurts." ”

Dr. Toh was familiar with this voice, but he didn't care so much about treating patients.

"Bear with me, I'll carry you to the bed."

As soon as he bent down and put his arm into the girl's knee socket, before he could exert himself, the girl cried out again, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." ”

"Okay, let's carry you up." As he spoke, Dr. Zhuo beckoned the little nurse to pick up the girl's legs, and put his own hands into the girl's armpits, and the two of them worked together to lift her to the bed.

The girl was still squeaking.

After pushing to the duty room, Dr. Zhuo didn't say a word, took off his coat, and gently pressed the girl's waist, and the girl immediately screamed.

"Does it hurt? Is it a stinging or dull ache? Describe it. Dr. Zhuo asked patiently.

The girl hesitated, "Sting? Oh, no, it seems to be a dull ache, but it hurts anyway. ”

Dr. Zhuo was confused for a moment, "Here? Or is it here? ”

"Yes, yes, this is it." When Dr. Zhuo's hand moved somewhere, the girl answered.

"What about here? Does it hurt here? ”

"It seems to hurt, too."

"What about here?"

"It hurts, it hurts." The girl roared, and one hand was about to go up and cover it.

Dr. Zhuo let out a "huh", didn't this hand cry out in pain when he touched it just now?

"With such a large area of injury, you don't look like you fell and injured yourself."

"Huh? What's going on? The girl asked worriedly.

"I think eighty percent of them are going to be half-paralyzed." Dr. Zhuo clasped his hands to his chest and said coldly.

When the girl heard what he said, she thought to herself. "Dr. Zhuo, what are you talking about? Why am I going to be half-paralyzed? The girl said angrily.

"For you are not a sickness of the body, but a pain of the heart. Say, why pretend to be injured? ”

"Where do I have?" The girl still wants to continue pretending.

"Pop", Dr. Zhuo slapped her on the arm, this time the girl was really in pain, "ouch".

"Still pretending, and then continue to pretend, whose child is this, are the parents there?" Dr. Zhuo shouted.

The girl lifted the hair on her forehead, who was Fang Wanqing.

"Doctor Zhuo, my arm really hurts." It was the arm that was dragged by Zhai Xiuze when he fell downstairs before, and it is still in a faint pain.

Dr. Zhuo saw that it was Fang Wanqing, and thought something bad was wrong! He pointed at Fang Wanqing with an orchid finger, "You, you're in trouble." After speaking, he left her and went straight to Zhai Xiuze's hospital room upstairs.

When he broke into the ward, Song Han was gone, but there was still a person lying on the bed, and he was relieved.

But when he walked out of the room, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the person in the bed. He strode back and lifted the quilt, only to be so angry that he stomped his foot.

"Zhai! Repair! Marsh! ”