Lu Wu's eyes were red as he held Li Faru's hand. "I knew you would come today. I was planning to treat you well and have a couple of drinks together, but look at my legs. They're so disappointing!"

Li Faru knew what Lu Wu looked like when his leg injury flared up, and he felt bad too. He forced a smile and said, "We can drink anytime. When your leg is better, we can have a drink together."

Lu Wu felt regretful. He knew this was unlikely. Li Faru was very busy with work and had no time at all. Moreover, due to the nature of his work, he usually didn't drink at all.

Li Faru hurriedly introduced Song Yun and others to Lu Wu.

When Lu Wu learned that Song Yun was a group leader, he had the same question in his mind as his wife: could this young girl be the group leader of a labor union?

Song Yun didn't know what Lu Wu was thinking. She took out an envelope with ten yuan in it and Lu Wu's name was written on the envelope.

"Lu Wuzhi, this is today's consolation money, a token of our appreciation from the military."

Lu Wu accepted it and said, "Thank you for coming all the way here."

Song Yun glanced at Lu Wu's legs, which were covered with a thin blanket, and asked, "I've studied Chinese medicine. Do you mind if I take a look at your legs?"

Of course Lu Wu didn't mind. He had seen countless doctors for this leg and was used to it.

Lu Wu lifted the quilt, and the leg that was severed by the bomb appeared in front of everyone. The severed leg was wearing trousers with the trouser legs rolled up high, revealing a small and shocking section of the thigh.

With such a deep wound, rainy days are inevitable. Although Song Yun had never personally felt this kind of pain, she had read about it in books. Someone who had experienced it said that whenever the weather turned cold, the scars that had long since healed seemed to come alive, like vicious, fanged insects with a fondness for flesh and blood, gnawing at the flesh, bones, and blood of the severed limb day and night. Every time it flared up, I wished I could cut that part off with a sharp knife and end it all.

It shows how much pain it must be to say such words.

Song Yun thought about it and thought of a prescription that might be able to relieve the pain, but she didn't have any herbs on hand, so she couldn't let Lu Wuzhi use the medicine immediately.

"Is there a barefoot doctor in your village who knows Chinese medicine?" If there is a barefoot doctor in the village, she can give the prescription to the barefoot doctor and ask him to help collect herbs and make medicine, so that after she leaves, Lu Wuzhi can also use the medicine.

Lu Wu shook his head. "No, there are no barefoot doctors in the villages around here. We have to go to the public health clinic to see a doctor."

Li Faru asked, "What does Song Qizhi want to do with the barefoot doctor?"

Song Yun said, "I have a recipe that might be able to relieve some of the pain from Lu Xizhi's old injury. It requires a decoction of some Chinese herbs. They aren't any hard-to-find, expensive herbs, but just common ones. The recipe is simple, and any barefoot doctor could make it, so I thought I'd ask."

Lu Wu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said quickly, "Although there are no barefoot doctors in our village, we do have an old man who knows a little about pharmacology and often collects herbs and sends them to the purchasing station in exchange for money and food. I heard that he used to be an apprentice to the old doctor in the pharmacy, but before he could finish his apprenticeship, the pharmacy was closed down and the old doctor was gone, so he had no choice but to return to his hometown. From time to time, he would go to the mountains to collect some herbs and bring them back. Some villagers who couldn't afford treatment would also come to him for treatment, but his treatment was sometimes effective and sometimes not. It was unreliable, so most people still preferred to go to the hospital for treatment."

Li Faru said, "Then send someone to ask that old uncle."