The first pain: I accidentally poked my left middle finger while playing basketball in the northern suburbs in 2006. It was quite swollen at that time. I drove to the city hospital the next day. The operation failed at that time. A male doctor saw it and said it was okay. Go back and raise it, and the medicine won't be prescribed! I held it up stupidly. Six months later, my joints were swollen. I have a classmate who knows medicine. After reading it, you have become a big joint, and now you still have a dull pain. I don't even have to say this. The most hateful thing is May 3rd, 20 13, which I will never forget. I fell and was in great pain. Half an hour later, I hung up the phone in the first hospital of the city and took an X-ray, saying that there was no fracture. Then I went to the orthopedic doctor, bowed my toes, said nothing, and went home to raise it. If something happened, I felt that it would hurt my bones for a hundred days. I have to be careful at work every day. It's been three months and I haven't recovered. I went to the Department of Orthopaedics of Foshan Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for an examination. I have a tear in front of my right knee and a grade 2 meniscus injury. I am speechless. I'm going to have arthroscopic surgery now ... if the doctor in the first hospital of the city can put me in a plaster and let me stay in bed for half a month ... I should be fine now. I've been injured for five months now, and I'm still limping and can't go upstairs ... I hate the first hospital in the city.