Fu Qingshuang reached out to pull him back, but saw Luo Xiao leaning against the wall, his head tilted. His closed eyes didn't open again, and then his whole body collapsed to the side.
"Xiao!" she screamed, instructing Song Fang to support him, and hurried downstairs to call a doctor.
...
Fourth Floor, Orthopedics.
Hospital Ward.
The old doctor pushed up his glasses, handing over the X-ray, "Wasn't this drop a bit too heavy? There's no sign of evasion, directly shattering the bone from the root of the finger. Seems deliberate, doesn't it?"
Fu Qingshuang bit her lip, her eyes suddenly reddening, "He did it to himself."
"What the hell," the old doctor shook his head in disbelief, "I really can't understand, that's a finger... Anyway, this little finger of his is done for, broken off at the root."
"Is there no way to reattach it?"
