Out of curiosity, she even performed a cesarean section on a rabbit and reattached its tendons. Of course, the medicine used after the surgery was all elixirs. Although they were all low-grade elixirs, the effect was very good. After the little rabbit recovered, it was lively and energetic, showing no signs of being affected by the severed tendons.

"I'll use this tomorrow," she murmured to herself.

The next morning, the Ding family father and son arrived early.

Commander Ding looked much better than he had two weeks ago, and he no longer needed his son's help to walk.

"Girl, I've been doing what you said for the past two weeks, only drinking a small sip of wine a day, and now my legs are even more agile than when I was young!" Commander Ding laughed heartily.

Although his words were exaggerated, he has indeed improved a lot.

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "As long as it's useful to Uncle."

"It works, it's so useful."

Rong Jiaojiao invited them to sit down in the living room and served them tea.

Ding Weimin had only been inside for a short while when he started sweating. Seeing that Rong Lianhu and Rong Jiaojiao were dressed in thin clothes, he asked, "What did you do to make your house so warm?"

Ding Yuan shared the same curiosity. He took off his coat and said, "Yes, this isn't the temperature you can achieve by heating a kang (heated brick bed) or a stove. How did you manage to do it?"

Rong Lianhu explained, "Weren't we supposed to retrieve shrapnel for Commander Ding? Jiaojiao set up a temporary formation in the living room to keep the room warm."

Ding Yuan smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, little girl, for your trouble."

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and shook her head: "Uncle, no need to thank me. But, shall we start now or rest for a bit first?"

Ding Yuan waved his hand with great enthusiasm: "Let's begin now! This old man has been waiting for this day for over twenty years!"

Rong Jiaojiao nodded, gesturing for Ding Yuan to take off his shirt and lie flat on the kang (heated brick bed) with the mat laid out.

Rong Jiaojiao brought over a glass of water and a packet of powdered medicine, handing it to Ding Yuan and saying, "This is anesthetic powder. Uncle, please take it, otherwise it will hurt a lot when the shrapnel is removed."

Ding Yuan waved his hand and laughed heartily: "No need for that stuff! Back in the day, when we were removing bullets on the battlefield, there wasn't even alcohol. We just used a red-hot knife to gouge them out, and I didn't even flinch!"

Rong Jiaojiao looked helplessly at Ding Weimin, who quickly advised, "Dad, don't push yourself. This shrapnel has been inside you for so many years; it will definitely hurt more when it's removed than it did back then."

Ding Yuan glared at his son, but seeing Rong Jiaojiao's determined look, he took the medicine powder and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Ding Yuan's breathing became steady.

Rong Jiaojiao took out the silver needles, flicked them with her fingertips, and the twelve silver needles instantly floated in the air, their tips glowing with a faint spiritual light.

"go."

With a soft shout, she precisely inserted silver needles into the acupoints around Ding Yuan's lungs.

Zi Ling lightly jumped onto the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), exhaling a wisp of spiritual energy that wrapped around the silver needle.

Rong Jiaojiao formed a hand seal, and the silver needles began to tremble slightly.

She closed her eyes and focused her mind, her divine sense probing into Ding Yuan's body through the silver needles.

"Found it."

With a light flick of her fingertip, she channeled her spiritual energy into a blade, avoiding blood vessels and acupoints, creating an extremely fine incision on Ding Yuan's skin. The incision was not small, yet it did not bleed much.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, Rong Jiaojiao channeled her spiritual energy like silk threads, binding the shrapnel buried deep within her lung and slowly pulling it outwards.

The shrapnel was rusty and its edges were stuck to the surrounding tissue. If a regular doctor were to forcibly remove it, it would definitely cause massive bleeding.

But Rong Jiaojiao's spiritual power was like the most precise scalpel, gently separating the shrapnel from the flesh.

"Come out!" she called softly, flicking her finger and sending the shrapnel "clinking" into the prepared porcelain plate.

Ding Weimin held his breath, staring intently at his father, afraid that he might feel even the slightest discomfort.

However, Ding Yuan's breathing was steady and his complexion was normal, as if he had just taken a nap.

After cleaning out the rusty flesh and blood, Rong Jiaojiao crushed a pill and sprinkled it on the wound. She then removed the silver needle and bandaged it, saying, "Next is the one on the shoulder blade. Please have Dad and Brother Ding support Uncle Ding so I can do it."

Rong Lianhu and Ding Weimin immediately stepped forward, supporting Ding Yuan's shoulders on either side to ensure he remained in a side-lying position.

Rong Jiaojiao focused her mind again, her fingertips circulating spiritual energy, and she slightly adjusted the angle of the twelve silver needles, inserting them into the acupoints around her shoulder blades.

"This one is embedded deeper, it might hurt a little," Rong Jiaojiao said softly, gathering spiritual energy at her fingertips, transforming it into a thin spiritual blade, and gently peeling it away along the edge of the shrapnel.

Although Ding Yuan had taken the anesthetic, his brows still furrowed slightly.

Ding Weimin looked nervously at Rong Jiaojiao: "Little sister, my dad..."

"It's nothing, it's just shrapnel stuck to the bone, there will be a slight vibration when you remove it," Rong Jiaojiao reassured her, but her hands didn't stop moving at all.

Her spiritual power, like a wisp of silk, wrapped around the shrapnel, pulling it outward little by little.

The edges of the shrapnel had oxidized and turned black, and had even slightly fused with the bone. If it were forcibly pulled, it would definitely damage the bone.

Rong Jiaojiao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power at her fingertips suddenly changed, transforming into a gentle healing power that enveloped the bones around the shrapnel to prevent it from shattering.

"Rise!" she uttered in a low voice, abruptly withdrawing her spiritual power—

With a soft "click," the shrapnel finally loosened and was easily pulled out!

"It's done!" Rong Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and placed the second shrapnel into the porcelain plate.

After cleaning the wound, she took out a pill, crushed it, and sprinkled it on the wound. The wound, which had been oozing blood, immediately stopped bleeding. Rong Jiaojiao then withdrew her silver needles.

He fed Ding Yuan a pill and then turned to Ding Weimin, saying, "You can wake Uncle Ding now."

Ding Weimin quickly stepped forward and gently patted his father's shoulder: "Dad, wake up, the shrapnel has been removed!"

Ding Yuan opened his eyes after a while, initially looking somewhat dazed, before slowly coming to his senses. He then sat up abruptly, touching his shoulders and chest with disbelief: "It's... all taken out?"

“Yes, you should try moving around a bit,” Rong Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Ding Yuan tried to raise his arm, then took a deep breath. Although the wound still hurt, it wasn't the kind of excruciating pain that cut to the bone anymore. He laughed heartily, "Good! Good! It really doesn't hurt anymore! Girl, your skills are simply divine!"

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Uncle, you flatter me. It's just a little trick."

Ding Weimin excitedly grasped her hand: "Little sister, thank you so much! My dad has been suffering from this shrapnel for years, and he couldn't sleep on rainy days because of the pain. Now he's finally free!"

Rong Jiaojiao shook her head: "Uncle Ding is a hero who protects our country. I'm happy to be able to help him."

Ding Yuan stood up, stretched his limbs, and suddenly said seriously, "Girl, your talent can't be wasted. Although I'm retired, I still have some old comrades in the military region. They all have some old injuries. If you're willing..."