A doctor next to her stopped the aunt. The trolley quickly entered the elevator. We followed into the elevator. After getting out of the elevator, the nurse who took the bottle exchanged a few words with the nurse on duty, then walked to the west side of the aisle with the trolley bed, and then entered ward 232.

It is a small ward. There are three beds side by side in the ward. The nurse arranged Qi Zhengli on the bed that entered the door.

Two doctors pushing the cartridge one after the other lifted Qi Zhengli off the cartridge and lifted him to the hospital bed. Qi Zhengli made a * sound.

Push the bed out of the room. The nurse hangs the bottle on a wooden rack designed to hang the bottle.

The aunt stopped the nurse who was about to walk out, "Nurse, you tell me, my son is okay, right?" ”

"The operation was a success." The nurse said.

"He's okay with his hand?"

"Hands?" The nurse was surprised, "Haven't you seen his hands?" ”

Auntie shook her head.

"We came later." I say.

"Your son's entire palm has been blown off, and it's impossible to still ...... I'm telling you that the bleeding has stopped, and it's not life-threatening. ”

"Oh." Auntie's face turned pale. His forehead was covered with sweat.

"The patient has not woken up from the anesthetic. You'd better not wake up the patient. Give the patient a good rest. ”

"I will."

The nurse went out. The aunt looked at Qi Zhengli, and tears flowed silently. She crouched down and tried to lift the quilt covering Qi Zhengli's injured hand with her hand, but quickly put it down again.

The nurse is back. The aunt hurriedly stood up and moved out of the way.

The nurse brought several bottles of infusion bottles, all of which were placed on the bedside table, and then he clamped the thermometer in Qi Zhengli's armpit, looked at the speed of the salt dripping, and explained a few words to us before leaving the ward.

The other two beds were filled with patients. A man in his thirties, who looked like he had broken his foot. The other was an old man in his sixties and seventies, and the thin quilt covered his whole body, and I couldn't see anything wrong with him.

They and their caretakers are all looking to us.

The ceiling fan rotated at a low speed above our heads. The air is sweltering. It's so hot that you sweat on your back when you sit motionless somewhere.

The aunt still couldn't help but lift the corner of the quilt, revealing Qi Zhengli's injured right hand, which had been bandaged with gauze layer after layer. The appearance of a fist. From the shape of the bandage, it is easy to conclude that the palm is gone.

Auntie's hand tried to get close to the "fist", but before she could get close, Auntie withdrew her hand again. She didn't dare touch that "fist". The only thing she could do was let the tears flow silently down her face.

It didn't take long for Uncle and Qi Caihong to enter the hospital. They were all stunned by what they saw. They may have the same idea as the aunt, the broken hand can be picked up again.

"What? How can this be? Uncle said.

Qi Caihong walked up to me and held my hand. "Are your palms gone?"

I nodded.

Auntie stood up, "What should I do again?" Kazuharu, what do you say you should do again? The palm of one of our salutes was blown up. ”

"Didn't the doctor pick it up?" Uncle asked.

"I also thought that the surgery was to connect the palms of the hands. But that's not the case. The palm of the hand has long been blown away. ”

"How so!" Uncle frowned. He endured the grief in his heart.

The nurse goes into the ward to get a thermometer. She carefully read the number on the thermometer. She patiently answered a few questions from her uncle. The uncle choked up, tears welling up in his eyes.

The young man who had come to report the news appeared at the door of the ward. Sure enough, this is Qi Zhengli's most ironclad partner.

The three who carried the Lilly Hospital fled the hospital, for fear that we would hold them accountable.

I walked to the door of the ward, "You're here." ”

"What happened to Qi Zhengli?" The young man looked anxious. He walked into the ward and walked to Qi Zhengli's bed.

"The bleeding has stopped. But the whole palm is gone. How did it happen? Auntie asked.

"It's all my fault for mentioning the fried fish, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!" The lad pounded his head.

"That's how it goes. We want to know the details of what happened. I said.

"That's right," Qi Caihong said, "before and after, how did it happen?" ”

"You don't know that I was the one who was lying on the hospital bed. Lili said that it was too dangerous, let him come. I insisted that I come, and Lili snatched * away. You say, if it's me who clicks *, isn't it me who blew up my hand? "The young man was so emotional, he didn't tell the story as we asked.

"Where did ** come from?" Uncle asked.

"I stole it from my dad's construction site. My dad did the blasting, and there were a lot of that*. ”

"Are all those who fry fish using this*?" Uncle was disappointed. I guess my uncle wants to start with * to hold some people accountable, which can be regarded as compensation for Qi Zhengli.

"Yes. That's what they use*. We've seen it. ”

"Oh. We got it. Thank you. Uncle said.

Actually, it doesn't make much sense to ask any further.

The story is pretty much clear.

The only thing that needs to be pointed out is that Qi Zhengli's luck is too bad.

The average *, ignited* will explode in a few seconds, and the *stolen by that lad explodes as soon as it ignites. Qi Zhengli didn't have time to throw * out, and * exploded. The palm of the hand that holds * must be "no bones".

Anyone can imagine how tragic the scene was.

The scene in the ward that night is still vivid in my mind. Our family was all in the hospital. My father and Qi Zhengzhe came one after another. Even Qi Caihong stayed until after eleven o'clock before letting Qi Zhengzhe send him home.

Needless to say, neither his father nor Qi Zhengzhe could accept such a cruel reality.

Qi Zhengli made a fuss for hours. He regained consciousness and realized that his palm had been blown off, and he tossed like crazy. He cried, screamed, laughed self-deprecatingly.

Uncle, father and Qi Zhengzhe couldn't hold him down, and the doctor came to stop him, but he didn't listen. Auntie begged him not to make trouble, Qi Caihong and I cried and begged him not to make trouble, but he didn't listen. He cried and cried for a long time until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

When you listen to that heart-rending shout, you feel that there are countless insects gnawing at your heart, and you definitely can't tell what it feels like.

Not to mention that the people in the same ward couldn't bear to look at it, and the people in the next ward also crowded to the door, shaking their heads and sighing one by one. Some people who walk by the door will stop and say "It's a pity, it's a pity". Everyone's eyes were full of sympathy.

Qi Zhengli is not only angry, but also despair, despair of reality, and dare not imagine the future.

Everything changed because of such an accident.