Chapter 733 Su Miao Extra 5

Qin Mo has already seen it, and there is no need to hide it from him anymore. Su Miao stretched out his hand and opened his right hand. Only four fingers were left, and the place where the little finger was originally was missing. The wound had been there for two years.

Qin Mo grabbed her hands and looked carefully. In addition to the missing little finger, there were various burns on her hands. The dark red skin was uneven. He was also a medical student and knew how serious these injuries were. He also knew that this meant that Su Miao could never pick up a scalpel again.

No wonder she said she couldn't go to the hospital and couldn't help him, her hands were already crippled and she was also a patient. How could she become a doctor?

Qin Mo could hardly hold back his tears: "How did this happen... How did your hand become like this..."

Su Miao's expression didn't change much, as if she was numb after the pain. She didn't like people staring at her hands.

These hands used to be everything to her, her pride. Now they were reduced to this. She was used to wanting to cover them up. Su Miao slowly withdrew her hands: "When I was in prison, they were scalded with boiling water and then broken with a brick."

"Where's your little finger? If it had been discovered in time, it could have been reattached..."

As if thinking of the scene of having his pinky finger broken by someone, Su Miao's breath slowed down and his eyes turned red: "It was flushed into the toilet a long time ago. Even if it hadn't fallen off, I couldn't fix it with an injury like that."

Qin Mo looked at Su Miao's uneven injuries. He could imagine what the scene was like. Bricks are not as sharp as knives that can be cut in one stroke. Sometimes the hand is not steady, and the place where it hits and the force are not at the same point.

Su Miao's little finger was not cut off with a knife, but was broken into pieces bit by bit by a brick. The pain was so severe that as a man, he felt heartbroken just thinking about it, and he subconsciously clenched his little finger.

How did Su Miao, who had actually experienced the rotten flesh and broken bones, survive that night?

Qin Mo lowered his head, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes. Facing Su Miao with a calm face, he didn't know what to say.

How could Su Miao be so calm? What had happened to allow her to say such calm words?

"Why should I make you cut off your fingers? Your hands are used to pick up scalpels to save people..." Qin Mo gritted his teeth with all his strength to stop his choking and trembling voice.

He remembered the time when he met Su Miao several years ago. At that time, Su Miao was holding a scalpel with a confident look on his face, determined to fight for medicine, and there was an unignorable light in his eyes.

Her patients, regardless of gender, age or status, all trust her and like her. Older patients call her "Miao Miao," while those of the same age call her "Doctor Su," and younger patients call her "Sister Miao Miao."

She has a baby-like face that makes people approachable, and her smile is particularly sweet, but where can you see that smile now?

That baby face was ravaged by time. At 29, she looked like an old woman, with no vitality on her face.

"It doesn't matter if I can't hold the scalpel, as long as I'm alive, that's fine." She said this to comfort Qin Mo, and she also said it to herself. As long as people are alive, that's fine.

Su Miao lowered her eyes, and the coldness seeped out again. She would never forget that night when her hand was pressed in the toilet, bricks hit it again and again, and her flesh and blood were blurred. Hot blood splashed on her face, and her little finger fell into the squat toilet, as if it was a piece of rotten meat.

Qin Mo choked up, and he gently put his hand on Su Miao's head and rubbed it. It was not that Su Miao didn't want to go to the hospital, but she wanted to be a doctor but couldn't do it now.

A doctor's duty is to save lives, but now she is also sick. It's not just external injuries. Her heart is scarred and has turned into stone due to long-term illness. There is no cure.

"Will you tell me everything that happened to you in prison?"

"What is there to say? It's all in the past." Besides, there's no point in saying anything. The injury is on your own body, and only you know how painful it is. No one else can empathize with you.

"I'll go to the hospital with you for a physical examination tomorrow."

"I don't want to go."

"Su Miao."

Su Miao raised her head and looked at Qin Mo's worried eyes seriously. She wanted to reject his kindness directly but didn't know how to start. After hesitating for a moment, Su Miao pursed her lips and said, "Can I not go? I'm scared..."

Qin Mo asked: "What are you afraid of?"

Her health is in a terrible state right now, and she knows exactly what's wrong with her: severe rheumatism, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, and severe gastrointestinal problems...

She was afraid to go to the hospital for a physical examination, and the results were worse than she had imagined.

I can keep deceiving myself that I am in good health by not going to the hospital.

"Forget it. I'll go with you when you want to go. Let's eat first."

Qin Mo also noticed that Su Miao couldn't eat spicy food, so he picked up some vegetables for her, rinsed the fish with clean water, picked out the bones, and then put it in Su Miao's bowl.

After the meal, Qin Mo took the dishes into the kitchen to wash and asked Su Miao to rest.

Su Miao was sitting on the sofa, curled up, looking very lonely from behind.

Qin Mo took a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table: "Su Miao, tell me, is the damage to your hand related to Song Hansheng?"