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When I was young, my dad got a fracture femur in a road traffic accident when he was riding to school to pic the twin brothers.it was fatal, he narrowly survived death because his other counterpart died a on spot…he was rushed to an orthopedic officer who dressed dad’s leg into a plaster of Paris cast..a few days after, dad’s leg started changing color at the toes, on touching toes he could merely feel you, and one of the elders up country noticed the leg was dying and it was an emergency..Dad was rushed to the orthopedic center whether it was confirmed the leg was dead and the only medicine was to amputate the leg ..deep in tears rolling down a a handsome mans face gathering the energy to sign up a concent form had ever forced me to read and write articles about orthopedics