Song Ruier couldn't understand it and felt a splitting headache.
As dusk fell, he noticed the blackness on his wrist seemed to have spread an inch up his arm.
This seemed to be a warning to him that he couldn't wait any longer, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
Song Ruier hurriedly entered a clinic.
When he said he needed to have his right hand amputated, the doctors inside were shocked. But when they examined his right hand closely, they found that amputation was the only safe option.
“I see the poison is spreading. If it isn’t cut off, I’m afraid this young master’s life will not be saved.”
"Yes, we don't know what kind of poison it is, so it's hard to treat the symptoms. We can only cut it off."
This era had anesthetic soup, but its effect was not very obvious, and Song Ruier fainted from the pain several times.
By the time he left the clinic, it was already dark outside.
He was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale, and he endured the extreme pain as he dragged his weak steps back to his residence.
His right hand had become completely bare, with only the severed arm remaining, which was wrapped in cloth.
The future has become a blur, and now I don't even have the strength to hate.
Song Ruier doesn't want to think about Qiao Lian'er right now; what to do in the future is his primary concern.
The residence was a courtyard house, originally the private residence of a wealthy young man surnamed Liu, which Song Ruier was given to live in for free.
Over the past few years, Song Ruier has come to regard this place as her everything.
However, when he returned this time and stepped into the hall, he found Young Master Liu sitting in a grand chair drinking tea.
"I'm back."
Young Master Liu merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone utterly aloof.
That glance landed squarely on his bare right hand.
Song Ruier felt a chill in her heart.
In the past, whenever Young Master Liu met him, he always greeted him with a fawning and friendly attitude, eagerly taking his hand and asking about his well-being.
Because the Liu family was merely a wealthy household, and with powerful and influential people everywhere in the capital, the wealthy were considered inferior.
Young Master Liu has been trying to pass the imperial examinations for several years without success. Now he is thirty years old, and all we can do is pin our hopes on him, hoping that one day he will rise to prominence and help us out.
Therefore, Young Master Liu not only provided him with lodging, but also provided him with money and servants to serve him, so that he could have no worries about food and clothing and focus on preparing for the exam, waiting for the day when he could enter officialdom.
It can be said that Song Ruier's success is largely due to the help of Young Master Liu, who was the person who provided her with the most support.
But now, Song Ruier knows that all of this is about to change.
Song Ruier forced a smile: "Brother Liu, why are you here so late at night? If there's anything you need, you could have just sent a servant to tell us. Why bother coming all the way here yourself?"
Young Master Liu smiled and said, "I heard that Young Master Pang's hand was injured, so I came to check on it. However, I think it's not just an injury, but a complete loss of function."
Song Ruier knew he couldn't hide it anymore, and said defiantly, "Even if I lose a hand, I can guarantee that my life won't be affected."
Young Master Liu waved his hand and said, "Young Master Pang, one must face reality in life to avoid creating trouble for oneself. Your hands are no longer usable, but you can still use an abacus. Go find a job in a teahouse or restaurant from now on."
“I happen to need this house and will be taking it back tonight. All the furnishings and decorations here are none of your business, Young Master Pang. Please find another place to stay.”
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