The young soldier took the old man away. The old man quietly asked Song Yun, "How much is one of your Niuhuang Pills for emergency treatment?"

Song Yun shook her head. "Forget it. Saving a life is worth it, no matter how much the medicine is worth. It's always worth it."

She also felt bad. Niuhuang Wan was made with precious medicinal materials. She had made nine pills in total, intending to keep them for her parents and Qi Mo elders when she returned to Qinghe Village. Now she had used one pill, leaving only eight.

"Doctor Song, please save my daughter." A young soldier came over holding a little girl about two years old, followed by a young woman with an uneasy look on her face.

Song Yun asked him to sit down with the child in his arms and asked, "What's wrong with the child?"

The young soldier said, "I always get sick when I come down from the battlefield, and I haven't been feeling well."

Song Yun asked, "What does it look like when it's sick?"

The young soldier looked at the woman beside him, who said hurriedly, "I always break out in a sweat and can't catch my breath. Sometimes my whole body turns purple. I'll suddenly hold my chest and cry out in pain while walking, and I'll even faint."

Song Yun's brows furrowed as she listened. After examining the little girl, her brows furrowed even tighter. "Didn't you take her to the hospital?"

The young soldier said, "I took him to the county hospital once, and they said he had a heart problem and they couldn't treat him."

Song Yun nodded. "It's indeed a heart problem. Congenital heart disease. Is there a history of this disease in your family?"

When Song Yun asked this, the young soldier's eyes widened and he quickly said, "My two aunts passed away before they were 30. We didn't know what illness they had at the time. But my dad told me that my aunts always complained of chest pain and shortness of breath. Could it be this disease?"

Song Yun couldn't confirm anything based on these few words, but she guessed that it was a family history.

The woman was in a panic, "What should we do? What about Niuniu?"

Song Yun looked at the child's adorable face, feeling sorry for her. She said to the young soldier, "The child's condition is considered a relatively serious congenital heart disease and requires surgery. With surgery, there's a high chance of recovery. However, she's too young for surgery now, so we'll have to wait another two weeks."

When the woman heard that she needed surgery, her hands began to tremble. When she heard that it couldn't be done yet, she began to tremble even more. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. "Niuniu's illnesses have been getting more frequent recently. I don't know if she can wait."

Song Yun had already brought over the paper, "Write down your names."

The young soldier didn't know what it meant, and without asking any questions, he took the pen and wrote down his name.

Song Yun took back the paper and pen and wrote the name of the medicine, "Heart Protection Pills," under the young soldier's name, Liao Jinbu.

"Don't leave for the next two days. I'll make some medicine for you this evening. Whenever your child gets sick, just take the medicine I prescribe. It should last two to three days. Then you can take your child to a large hospital in Beijing for surgery. You must have the surgery."

The couple showed joy on their faces and expressed gratitude profusely.

Song Yun wrote another prescription for Liao Jinbu, "Come to me the day after tomorrow with this prescription to get the medicine."

Liao Jinbu took the list and left happily with his wife and children.