Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Fortunately King's Lynn Hospital is nearby.

This is one of the top general hospitals in the medical field in country A. Gu Yan directly gave Jing Chu an emergency call.

Western hospitals are well organized, and to put it bluntly, the efficiency of medical treatment is extremely low. Guyan was worried that Jingchu's injury would delay him, so he used the privileges of Jingshi Pavilion to open a fast track.

First, the trauma was simply treated, and then a film was taken.

"Does your hand hurt?" Shi Qinglan looked at Jing Chu.

Jingchu's face was a little pale, and his long white fingers were stained with a lot of blood. There was a deep wound made by a dagger, and the white bones could be vaguely exposed.

He pursed his lips lightly, raised his eyelids and glanced at Guyan secretly, shook his head obediently and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"How could it not hurt?" Gu Yan's voice was slightly cold.

He didn't expect these people to carry sharp weapons with them. He wanted to take care of it himself, but he didn't expect Jing Chu to stop him suddenly.

Jingchu had always been extremely well-behaved, but this little puppy had never fought before, and he didn't know how to protect himself, so he just subconsciously used his hands to block it, and ended up getting injured like this...

Jingchu said in a small voice, "It really doesn't hurt."

But Gu Yan frowned slightly guiltily.

"It's all my fault." He clenched his fists, "I should have let you go before I started fighting with those people, otherwise I wouldn't have..."

"I volunteered." Jing Chu interrupted him suddenly.

He raised his clear eyes and looked at the man, "Ayan, how can you say that? We are good brothers! How could I leave you and run away in that situation!"

Hearing this, Gu Yan's eyes froze for a moment.

He held his breath and said hesitantly, "Good brother...but I don't want to be a good brother with you."

"Ah?" Jingchu's eyes flashed with confusion.

Shi Qinglan and Bo Yucheng, who were standing next to him, naturally understood what Gu Yan meant, but Jingchu seemed to have never thought about it that way.

Gu Yan pursed her lips tightly and said, "It's nothing."

The atmosphere in the hospital suddenly fell into embarrassment. Fortunately, the nurse came over with the film taken by Jing Chu...

"Mr. Jingchu's film is out. The doctor is waiting in the clinic No. 1." The nurse turned and left after delivering the report.

Jingchu's hands were inconvenient, so Gu Yan was a little anxious. After taking the film, he opened the brown paper bag and prepared to read...

But halfway through, his movements suddenly stopped.

Thinking that he wouldn't understand even if he saw it, he raised his eyes and looked at Shi Qinglan, "Sister Lan, look."

"Yeah." Shi Qinglan took the paper bag and pulled out the film.

As she walked towards the consulting room, she lowered her eyes and looked at the film, frowning slightly without any trace.

Jingchu approached Shi Qinglan and asked nervously in a low voice, "Sister Lan, is my hand okay..."

In fact, he is also quite worried about his game next week.

He knew that the most valuable and precious thing in his body was his hands, and he also knew that professional players could not fight, but at that time he did not hesitate to protect Gu Yan.

Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips lightly and did not respond.

Seeing this, Gu Yan's heart suddenly sank. He clenched his fists tightly and said in a tight voice, "Sister Lan..."

"Let the doctor look at it first." Shi Qinglan said.

Just as they had reached the door of the consulting room, she raised her pretty face and glanced at the door sign, "Go in and ask the doctor first."

But Jingchu stayed at the door of the consulting room without raising a step.

From Shi Qinglan's expression, he could vaguely tell that things were not that simple. He could feel that his hand hurt, and it was numb as if there was something wrong with his nerves...

Unconscious and barely daring to move.

Jingchu used his uninjured hand to gently tug at the corner of Shi Qinglan's clothes, "Sister Lan..."

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan turned to look at the young man.

Jing Chu's facial features were handsome and delicate, and his skin was fair. Even if he wasn't smiling, even if he curled his lips slightly, you could vaguely see his dimples. He was looking at him with clear eyes at the moment, and there was a vague look of panic in his eyes. What are you afraid of?

E-sports is his life. If his hand is disabled...

Then his life is completely over.

"Don't worry." Shi Qinglan reached out and pinched his cheek, "I'm here and I won't let anything happen to your hands."

"Yeah." Jingchu nodded.

No matter how complicated the situation was, he could still give Shi Qinglan complete trust. As long as she said this, he could rest assured.

Gu Yan accompanied Jing Chu into the consulting room.

Shi Qinglan stayed in the corridor for a moment. She slipped her hands into her pockets and leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

"Very troublesome?" Bo Yucheng frowned slightly.

Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips and thought for a moment, "A little bit. The rupture of the flexor and extensor tendons is a minor matter and can be recovered through surgery, but I'm worried about his finger nerve problems after looking at the film."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is no doubt that nerves are very difficult to treat, and once problems occur, the consequences will be serious.

Sure enough, the doctor asked Jingchu to do an electromyogram again.

The final result was as Shi Qinglan expected, "The flexor tendon was ruptured and the median nerve was damaged."

When he heard the word "nerve", Jingchu's heart suddenly sank.

Guyan frowned tightly, "Is the situation serious? Can his hand return to its original state within two weeks?"

Jingchu also looked up at the doctor nervously.

But the doctor shook his head, "Let alone two weeks, even if the surgery is performed as soon as possible, it will usually take one or two years to recover."

"How far can it recover?" Gu Yan asked.

The doctor said, "There will be no problem with normal use, but Mr. Jingchu is a professional player... It may be difficult to recover to the point where he can play e-sports."

Hearing this, Jingchu's heart suddenly "thumped".

At this time, the coach suddenly burst into the consulting room and said, "Oh my little ancestor, how could you hurt your hand!"

Coach Claire grabbed his hand in a hurry.

He immediately asked the doctor, "Doctor, is his hand okay? I think it's just a skin injury... He has a game to play next week, so he should be fine after applying the medicine, right?"

Seeing this, the doctor didn't know how to answer.

Jingchu's eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes cast some shadows, "Coach... I may not be able to participate in the finals next week."

"Can't participate?" Claire suddenly raised her voice.

He suddenly looked angry, "Isn't it just a bit of trauma? You're not so squeamish. As for being unable to participate in the competition? Jingchu, don't forget, the prize pool for this finals is nearly 30 million!"

"I know..." Jingchu's voice was a little low.

He didn't care much about the mere tens of millions, but it was an honor for all e-sports players to compete in the finals. He didn't want to give up this opportunity, but it seemed...

Coach Claire looked at the doctor, "I don't care what's wrong with his hand. You doctors will definitely have a solution. Before next week's game, I want his hand to be as good as before!"