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What does it feel like to break a bone?

Others’ fractures were more severe, but mine was minor. I was thinking about life when I was walking down from the bedroom on the second floor, so my foot slipped and I jumped forward. My foot got stuck in the railing, and I moved my body further, so I could do a top-down move with my butt in the air! Actually, it was a corner, so I fell down three or four steps. But I got my foot stuck in the railing, causing an unexpected critical hit, which hurt.

When I complained to my mother, she rolled her eyes at me: "Do you still want to say that you have a broken bone? Are you like this? If you really break a bone, you won't make a fuss about it?" Me I was embarrassed to say that I thought I had a fracture, so I rushed to the hospital slowly after discovering that the swelling was extremely severe a few hours later. It was really broken. When I saw the photo of my foot bones for the first time, I felt very cool and energetic. I felt like I would get super powers right away. My mother pointed at a crack across her thumb and shouted: "Oh, why is it so serious!" After all, I had studied art and said calmly: "That's a joint..." Under the guidance of the handsome doctor, we saw a crack on the other side of the thumb. Very small cracks. But it’s a broken bone anyway. When the handsome doctor pinched my foot, I blushed a little. I pinched my hand so randomly that I bit my hand to prevent myself from shouting. My mind was filled with allusions about Guan Gong scraping bones to heal wounds to give me a sense of tragedy. After pinching, I gave him I fixed it with a metal piece, wrapped it with gauze a few times, and used a small white mesh that looks like the kind that is put on the fruit when selling pears and apples. ...It feels like, eh, is this it? It’s a rare fracture. Where is the legendary plaster that can be used to write and draw! ? We were told not to let water in, and we were re-examined a few weeks later. We were not given any money for splints, so they let us go back with a handsome wave of their hands. From then on, Eleven lived a happy life as a moth!