The middle school student whose leg was pierced by a nail behaved in a tough manner.
He did not cry when his leg bled, did not cry when anesthetic was applied, and he also did not cry when he was beaten by his father using a stainless steel tray.
But Zuo Cidian wanted to cry. As the patient's father beat up the son, he also hit him while he was at it, and Zuo Cidian raised an arm to defend himself, earning a bruise there.
"This is considered a work-related injury, right?" Zuo Cidian stood in the distance while he watched the middle school student limp away with his father.
The young nurse by his side stared at Zuo Cidian's rough old arm in disdain and said, "You should apply some lotion on a daily basis, your arm is so rough that it's peeling."
Zuo Cidian was not a yes man. He chuckled and said, "You can only feel good when you try to touch others with rough skin."