Fortunately, Kingslin Hospital is nearby.

This is one of the best general hospitals in the medical field in Country A, and Gu Yan directly sent Jingchu to the emergency department.

Western hospitals are well-organized. To put it bluntly, the efficiency of seeing a doctor is extremely low. I was worried that Jingchu's injury would not be delayed, so I used the privilege of Jingshige to open a fast track.

First, simply deal with the trauma, and then shoot a film.

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

Jing Chu's face was a little pale, and there was a lot of blood on his slender, white fingers. There was a deep wound cut by a dagger, and the white bones could be vaguely exposed.

He pressed his lower lip lightly, lifted his eyelids and glanced at Lonely secretly, shook his head obediently and said, "It doesn't hurt."

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

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

Jing Chu has always been horribly well-behaved. This little milk dog has never had a fight, and he doesn't know how to protect himself, so he just subconsciously used his hand to block it, and ended up hurt like this...

Jing Chu's voice was small, "It really doesn't hurt."

But Gu Yan frowned guiltily.

"Blame me." He clenched his fists. "I should let you go before I start with those people, otherwise I won't..."

"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 alone and run away in that situation!"

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

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

"Huh?" Jing Chu's eyes flashed a little dumbfounded.

Shi Qinglan and Bo Yucheng next to them naturally heard the meaning of the solitary words, but Jing Chu didn't seem to think about that.

Guyan pressed his lips tightly and said, "It's nothing."

The atmosphere in the hospital suddenly fell into embarrassment. Fortunately, the nurse brought the film shot by Jing Chu to come over...

"Mr. Jingchu's film has come out, and the doctor is waiting in the first consultation room." The nurse turned around and left after sending the report.

Jing Chu’s hands were inconvenient, and Gu Yan was a little anxious. After receiving the film, he opened the kraft paper bag and prepared to watch...

But halfway through the draw, his movements were suddenly stopped.

Thinking that he didn't understand even if he saw it, he raised his eyes and looked at 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 to watch the film, and frowned slightly without a trace.

Jing Chu approached Shi Qinglan's side, and he asked nervously, "Sister Lan, are my hands okay..."

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

He knows that the most valuable and most precious thing under his body is these hands, and he also knows that professional players cannot fight, but at that time he did not hesitate to make a move to protect his words.

Shi Qinglan pressed her red lips lightly, but there was no answer.

When Gu Yan saw this, his heart sank suddenly. He clenched his fist tightly, his voice a little tight, "Sister Lan..."

"Let the doctor see it first." Shi Qinglan said.

Just as they had already reached the entrance of the clinic, she raised her pretty face and glanced at the number plate, "Go in first and ask the doctor."

Ke Jingchu stopped at the entrance of the clinic and did not lift his steps.

From Shi Qinglan's expression, he vaguely discerned that things seemed to be not that simple. He could feel his hands hurt, and his numbness seemed to be something wrong with his nerves...

Without feeling, he barely dared to move.

Jing Chu gently pulled the corner of Shi Qinglan's clothes with his uninjured hand, "Sister Lan..."

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan turned his eyes to look at the boy.

Jing Chu’s facial features are handsome and delicate, his skin is fair, and even if he doesn’t smile, he can vaguely see the small dimples even when he licks his lips. He is looking at him with clear eyes, and there is a vaguely flustered look in his eyes. What are you afraid of.

E-sports is his life, if his hands are destroyed...

Then his whole life is completely over.

"Don't worry." Shi Qinglan stretched out his hand and squeezed his cheek, "With me, I won't let your hands have trouble."

"Yeah." Jing Chu nodded.

No matter how complicated the situation is, he can give Shi Qinglan complete trust, as long as she has these words to rest assured.

Guyan walked into the consulting room with Jing Chu.

When Shi Qinglan stayed in the corridor for a while, she slid her hands into her pockets, leaning against the wall and couldn't help sinking into thought.

"Very troublesome?" Bo Yucheng frowned slightly.

Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips lightly for a moment, "Somewhat, rupture of the flexor and extensor tendon is a trivial matter. It can be recovered by surgery, but I am worried that his finger nerves will be problematic in the film."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Nerves are undoubtedly very difficult to treat, and once a problem occurs, the impact is very serious.

Sure enough, the doctor asked Jing Chu to do an EMG.

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

Jing Chu's heart sank suddenly when he heard the word nerve.

Guyan frowned tightly, "Is the situation serious? Can his hands recover in two weeks?"

Jing Chu also raised his eyes to the doctor nervously.

But the doctor shook his head, "Don't talk about two weeks, even if it is operated as soon as possible, it usually takes a year or two to recover."

"How far can it be recovered?" Gu Yan asked.

The doctor said, "Normal use will not be a problem, but Mr. Jing Chu is a professional player... It might be difficult to recover to the point where you can play e-sports."

Upon hearing this, Jing Chu's heart suddenly "cocked".

At this moment, the coach rushed into the consulting room, "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 still has a game to play next week. After applying the medicine, he should be all right?"

Upon seeing this, the doctor did not know how to answer.

Jing Chu's eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a little shadow, "Coach...I may not be able to participate in the finals next week."

"Can't participate?" Claire said suddenly.

He was stunned for an instant, "Isn't it just a trauma, isn't it so squeamish? As for not being able to participate in the competition? Don't forget Jingchu, this time the finals prize pool is nearly 30 million!

"I know..." Jing Chu's voice was a little low.

He doesn't care about the tens of millions in this area. It is just the glory of all e-sports players to play in the finals. He does not want to give up this opportunity, but it seems...

Coach Claire looked at the doctor, "I don't care what is wrong with his hand. You must be a doctor. I want his hand to recover before the game next week!"