一我心灰意冷地坐在老妈单位医务室冰冷的凳子上,医生用那冰冷的大手,摸着我脚踝处因淤血导致的像小馒头一样高的鼓包。又是一阵钻心地痛!“希望结果不要太坏。”我在心里祈祷着,“干万不要出大事!”可医生说:“看样子伤得不轻,主治大夫走了,你们最好到大医院照片子看看。”医生的话就像一把小刀刺着我的心。可我隐约感觉情况不妙。老爸背我下楼时,身体一晃一晃(负重过大),我的脚也跟着一颠一颠。每一颠,都有一块骨头好像刀片一样扎着我的脚踝,越来越疼,越来越疼。 As soon as I was half-hearted sitting on the icy stool in the mom ’s infirmary, the doctor touched the ice - cold big hand and touched the drum as high as a small steamed bun at my ankle. It is a painful heart! “” I hope the result is not too bad. “” I pray in my heart, “Do not do a major event!” The doctor said: “It looks like a bad injury, the doctor went away , You’d better go to the big hospital photo to see. ”" The doctor’s words are like a knife stabbing my heart. But I vaguely feel the situation is not good. Dad back downstairs, the body flash (heavy load), my feet also followed a Britain one Britain. Each Britain, there is a piece of bone like a blade tied my ankle, more and more pain, more and more pain.