Tian Xinhua drove to Hu City Hospital first. Fortunately, reattachment surgery for severed fingers has become quite mature nowadays; otherwise, Hu Weiwen would have definitely become disabled.
"Xinhua, what on earth happened? You and Yongsheng left without a word earlier; you had me worried to death." Huang Xiaoguang rushed over anxiously.
"It's nothing. How is my cousin doing?" Tian Xinhua saw the other Corps-educated youths who had come along and wrinkled his brows slightly, not willing to say too much.
"It's been reattached. The doctor said he can't do any heavy work for a month!" Huang Xiaoguang paused for a moment and understood Tian Xinhua's concerns, so he did not ask any further.
"Then let's go back. Brother Yongsheng is still at the factory waiting for news."
