Madam Huo's face was so gloomy that it was almost raining, and just as the door of the emergency room opened, Huo Shaofeng was also pushed out.

"Shaofeng, Shaofeng..." Madam Huo couldn't take care of the others any more, and hurriedly wanted to catch up, but she saw that the doctor who had just treated Huo Shaofeng also followed out. She hurriedly pulled the doctor and asked, "Doctor, our family. How is Shaofeng?"

The doctor glanced at her and said truthfully: "Although the patient's hand was connected, it took too long. We can't guarantee whether his hand can still lift heavy objects as before."

The underlying implication is that although Huo Shaofeng's hand was connected, he was seriously injured, and I am afraid that he can only do some light work in the future.

A man, not to mention anything else, might not even be able to hold his wife and children, and he was not far from Huo Chenhuan's condition.

Madam Huo's legs weakened on the spot, and when she recovered from the heavy news, the doctor had already left.

Huo Qihan also heard the doctor's words, his eyebrows frowned slightly, but he didn't feel much emotion.

Just then his cell phone rang, and Huo Qihan glanced at the display, turned around and was about to leave here and go outside to answer the phone.

When Madam Huo saw that he was leaving, her heart was cold for a moment, and she almost screamed: "My son has become like this, where are you going? What are you doing these days? What are you doing? Work really does. busy?"

Huo Qihan suddenly paused when he heard the words, turned his head and glared at his wife fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "I'm not a doctor, what's the use of staying here?"

After speaking, regardless of Madam Huo's reaction, she turned and walked away quickly.

Madam Huo's heart was so cold, she looked at her husband's back and wept bitterly.

After crying, he rushed to his son's room unconsciously, and found that Huo Shaofeng was already awake.

"Shaofeng, you are awake! Is there any discomfort? Is your hand painful?"

"Hand?" Hearing her words, Huo Shaofeng woke up like a dream, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but found that his hand could not move at all.

Recalling everything that happened in the bar, Huo Shaofeng's face changed drastically, and his face was full of horror: "My hand, why can't my hand move?"

Mrs. Huo was surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and said distressed: "Your hand is okay, don't worry. You have just finished the operation, don't move!"

Mrs. Huo's words made Huo Chenhuan calm down a bit, and confirmed with red eyes: "Is it really okay?"

Madam Huo pursed her lips, both distressed and angry. His son should have been his eldest young master carefree, why did he become like this?

Huo Shaofeng didn't wait for Madam Huo's answer, and became even more flustered, and said anxiously: "Mom, tell me honestly, my hand...what's wrong with my hand?"

"Shaofeng, don't get too excited, your hands are fine, just..." Madam Huo took a deep look at her son, choked up, "It's just that the doctor said that if it takes too long, you may not be able to fully recover, and you will not be able to lift the weight later. Things."

Huo Shaofeng's face turned pale, as if struck by lightning, he collapsed on the hospital bed.

Madam Huo cried more fiercely when she saw this: "Don't worry, it's just that this doctor said so, other doctors might have a way. There are so many powerful doctors in this world, there will always be someone who can heal your hand? Even... …It doesn’t matter if the treatment is not good, you don’t have to do heavy work, it won’t have any impact."

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