Wang Peiling looked at her right hand, feeling even more ashamed.
His face flushed red with shame, and he wished he could turn around and run away.
But thinking of how his mother was in agony, he tried hard to endure the shame and said with difficulty, "Your left... left hand..."
"I'm not left-handed," Yue Yaer said, "I can't administer a shot with my left hand."
Wang Peiling said, "Then what about prescribing medicine? Does it have to be treated with injections? Can't it be treated with medication?"
"Even with medication, I need to feel the pulse, and I'm used to using my right hand for that," Yue Yaer said. "Besides, your mom is currently in an active phase; medication won't be of much use. To relieve the pain, acupuncture works better..."
She glanced down at her right hand, then looked up at him helplessly, "You see, I'm helpless right now. Can you leave now?"
