At that moment, the doctor rushed in with a stretcher. Before pushing me into the operating room, my sister gently rubbed my head, her voice filled with distress.
“Bert, be good. We’ll be right outside. It’ll be over soon.”
The cold surgical instruments pierced into my body, rolling and grinding as if tearing me apart from the inside. My heart turned as cold as the steel pressing against my flesh.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ward.
The doctor stood by my bed, his voice heavy with regret.
“The patient’s condition was delayed for too long. His pelvis is permanently dislocated. He will likely never walk again.”
“The more serious issue is the severe damage to his lower body functions. He won’t be able to care for himself—he’ll need constant assistance.”
My sister’s eyes turned red, her voice trembling.
“No… this can’t be… How could this happen?”
“Doctor, please! Save my brother! He’s still so young… He can’t—”
Her voice broke. She pulled me into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Bert, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. If necessary, we’ll go abroad for treatment. No matter what, I’ll make sure you recover.”