Juhua waited until Zhao San was far away before stepping forward to gently roll up her father's left pant leg. His entire knee was terribly red and swollen, his lower leg looked twisted, and a long, ugly gash gaped open.
She couldn't hold back her tears. 'If they can't fix his leg, what will we do? Won't life be even harder for our family? How could Zhao San talk about such a serious injury so lightly? Does he think I'm just a child he can fool!'
Although Zheng Changhe was in immense pain, he forced a smile when he saw his daughter's face and tried to comfort her. "Juhua, it hurts a little, but it's really not a big deal! That Doctor Qin is an excellent physician, or your Uncle Zhao San wouldn't have sounded so confident. Now, stop crying!"
