Du Heng had a general idea of the situation, but he also knew that with his current level of orthopedic skill, he couldn't really help Zhu Heizi.
Zhu Heizi was a good twelve years older than Du Heng's own big brother, now in his late forties, almost fifty. Having worked in the fields for many years, he was gaunt, with hardly any flesh on his bones.
"Brother Hei, your bone is shattered. You need to go to the hospital for surgery," Du Heng said seriously, squatting beside Zhu Heizi. "This main bone in your lower leg, the tibia, has broken into at least two pieces, and I suspect the other one, the fibula, is broken too.
I'll drive you. We'll go to your house first to get your ID card and Medical Insurance Card. Then I'll take you straight to the Orthopedics Department at the Chinese Medicine Hospital. My classmate works there and can examine you."
