Crack!
The ticket scalper's other hand was also twisted and broken by Wang Dadong.
"Ah, my hand, my hand is broken!" The ticket scalper's agonized screams were earth-shattering.
Having one's hand twisted to break—it's an unbearable agony, absolutely gut-wrenching.
Luckily, modern medicine is quite advanced; even comminuted fractures can be cured.
The ticket scalper endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. Fortunately, he was in a hospital; as long as he received timely treatment, his hand could still be saved.
However, to the ticket scalper's despair, when he went to register, the earliest available appointment was three days later!
No registration meant no treatment.
If he had to wait three days for treatment, his hand might truly be crippled for good.
"Who'll sell me a ticket? I'll buy it at a high price—ten thousand yuan!" The ticket scalper was in so much pain that beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
No one paid him any attention.
