My Left Hand Is Useless, I Use the Legal Knife to Reveal the Truth

Three years ago, she was Zhou Heming's most proud disciple. Three years later, she was sitting in the last row of the auditorium, her left hand shaking so much that she couldn't hold her coffee. In the dock is her teacher. On the plaintiff's bench was an X-ray. She stood up and held up her lawyer's badge. "President, they missed a needle on the X-ray." On that needle was her skin tissue.