My own war game

Chapter 17 My Legs Are Gone

It felt like soaking in warm water, or lying on soft clouds, or like returning to the velvet bed in the Bordeaux winery in her hometown. In short, Christine hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time.

She wanted to sleep like this forever, but it seemed like there was a hand constantly pulling her, preventing her from enjoying her sleep peacefully.

I still feel a little dizzy, but my memory is slowly returning, but there are many unreal fragments in it.

She seemed to see an explosion, then the house collapsed, and she was trapped underneath, and then someone seemed to pull her out. Who was it? She couldn't remember the face, but she remembered that the other person's palm was very broad and warm.

What happened next? That person pulled me away, and I felt like I was on a Pegasus in a fairy tale. The surrounding scenery was flying backwards, and then something seemed to bite my leg, and it hurt...

Christine sat up suddenly, and the stabbing pain in her calf brought her back to reality.

She then noticed that she could barely feel her right leg, where the pain was coming from.

It was fine just now, but now that she realized she was injured, the female reporter felt so much pain that she almost cried.

At this time, she heard someone outside the door talking quietly, "What a pity, he is so young and lost a leg before he has grown up."

"It's just a matter of time. His life is already in danger. It's just a matter of sooner or later." Someone said from the side.

“But I still feel so pitiful~”

"Okay, stop talking, the people inside are about to wake up, we have to hurry!"

Then the sound of knife sharpening was heard at the door.

Christine was shocked. "What! I can't save my legs? I'm going to die too?!"

She tried to move her right leg but felt nothing, as if there was nothing there.

"It's been cut off?! God! I'm still young and I don't want to be without legs!" the girl shouted in her heart!

From shock to fear, and from fear to sadness, Christine's emotions fluctuated greatly and she even cried out, "Wow, wow, wow~ I don't want to be without legs~~"

"She's awake?!" The person outside the door heard the sound and two people pushed the door open and walked in.

"What's wrong? Does your wound hurt? Sorry, baby, I can't give you morphine injections casually. If you become addicted, it will be troublesome for your whole life." A big hand stroked the female reporter's back. It was nurse Margaret.

"Wow~ My legs are gone! My legs are gone!" Christine hugged Margaret sadly and cried loudly, even smearing her snot on her dress.

"Your legs are gone? Who said that? We didn't amputate your legs?" Another voice interrupted. It was He Chi, who was wearing a white coat made from a tablecloth.

"Don't lie to me, I heard everything. I have no legs, wuwuwu~~~"

"Oh my god~" He Chi patted his forehead and pulled open the bed sheet covering the girl's lower body. "Look, your legs are still there, right? There was no amputation. The operation was a success, you will be fine!"

Christine looked up timidly and saw that her fair right leg was still there, but it was ugly wrapped in gauze, like a failing homework in an elementary school student's handicraft class.

"Still... not amputated? But why can't I feel my legs?" the female reporter asked sobbingly. "That's because of Ms. Margaret's insistence. She used one of her only two anesthetics to give you. You should thank her." He Chi said unhappily, and Aunt Margaret behind him also smiled.

“But you said he was so young and hadn’t even fully grown yet and he lost a leg…” The female reporter accepted the fact that her leg was fine, but was still a little confused.

"I'm talking about the pig we found in the yard. It was just slaughtered." He Chi shook the white thing in his hand.

"This, this, this...what is this?" When the female reporter saw what was in He Chi's hand, her face turned pale.

"Hey? Can't you see? This is a pig's trotter." He Chi raised the "little thing" in his hand seriously.

"Pig's foot! God! What is this for?" Christine felt like she was going to faint, and her stomach was churning.

"Oh, you have a broken bone and we are going to replace it..."

Bang! Before He Chi could finish his words, Margaret slapped him hard on the back.

"He! Don't make such jokes with women. If you do that again, I'll be angry." The sturdy Margaret suppressed He Chi's somewhat bad joke, then turned to comfort the female reporter, "Don't worry, you are fine. The wound on your leg has been cleaned and you will recover in no time."

"But, if he wasn't going to use it on me, what would he do with the pig's feet? You must be trying to comfort me, right?" Christine's voice was filled with tears again.

"This? Of course it's for eating. What else do you think?" He Chi interrupted from the side. He didn't know why, after he successfully rescued Christine on the operating table, he now wanted to bully this golden cat when he saw it.

"Eat... pig's feet?! Who are they for?" Looking at the pig's trotter that still had traces of blood on it, Christine had a bad feeling.

"Of course it's you. I specifically told them that I left the pig's trotter for you. In my hometown, only patients are qualified to enjoy such a good thing." The Oriental man said seriously.

"Oh my God! I would rather die!" The female reporter covered her mouth tightly, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

Ding, ding, ding! The knock on the door interrupted the jokes of several people, and another nurse poked her head in: "He, there is something going on outside the manor. I hope you can come and take a look if you have time."

Last night, He Chi's performance shocked all the nurses. The surgery performed by this oriental man was even better than that performed by the regular doctors in the hospital.

The women who had seen He Chi perform surgery before now subconsciously put him in a dominant position and wanted him to make the important decisions.

He Chi nodded, put away the joking expression on his face, then said a few words to Margaret, opened the door and walked out.

Before closing the door, Margaret said to the female reporter, "Although the joke just now was a bit excessive, you still have to thank He. If he hadn't performed the surgery on you last night, maybe you would have returned to God."

"What? Surgery? Him?!" The female reporter could never have imagined that it was the "arrogant" oriental soldier who saved her. The image of an eloquent sophist could not be associated with a rigorous doctor.

"Of course it was He. Not only for the surgery, but he also carried you here. Okay, you have a good rest. He and I will go out and see if we can help." Margaret tucked the quilt in for the female reporter again and left the room.

Looking at the backs of the two people, Christine lay there blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

(End of this chapter)