Hospital.
Mother Qi was wheeled into the emergency surgery room, along with the small segment of her severed finger. It had been retrieved from Cheng Su's household fridge, and although it might not be possible to reattach it, it was worth a try.
Qi Taiguo waited in the corridor, with Cheng Su by his side.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders but said nothing, his face full of guilt.
After all, everything was his fault, leading to this situation.
Cheng Su saw what he was thinking, held his face in her hands, and said, "Don't blame yourself, and don't worry too much. None of us wanted things to turn out this way."
Everything is the arrangement of fate!
Qi Taiguo forced a faint smile, looked at her hand and face, frowned, and said, "You're hurt too, you need to take care of it."
Cheng Su didn't pay much attention to it, but Qi Taiguo was insistent, pulling her along to find a nurse for disinfection and medication.
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