I looked at him carefully. What he was doing. I have always liked mechanics, so my mind was focused on him. There were broken pieces on my hand. I might broke it while fighting. He replaced the pieces of my hand and tighten the screws. He then put some oil and held my hand in his. He did some pointing and fixing. He the. Straightened and puts the remaining pieces in the tray. When he turned around to leave, I lifted my hand and closed and opened my fingers. They were moving perfectly fine.
'Wow! This man is really good at work.' I thought. I then looked at my shoulder.