Song Wenjun was startled and quickly got up, "What's wrong, does it hurt a lot?"
Little Caihong's face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat instantly covered her small face. She hugged her leg and fell onto the bed, screaming repeatedly in agony.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Song Wenjun's heart was filled with anxiety. She hurriedly lifted the quilt, intending to check her daughter's leg.
But as soon as the quilt was lifted...
Song Wenjun's pupils dilated in shock.
Under the quilt, Little Caihong's right leg was already bent in a bizarre way, almost at a perfect ninety-degree angle towards her body.
No normal person could bend their leg like that from the front.
"Sister He, Sister He, call a doctor, call a doctor!"
Song Wenjun lunged to the bedside, pressing the bell while frantically shouting outside in panic.
Sister He, who had just returned from buying food, heard the commotion, quickly walked in, and saw Little Caihong's body twisting.
