Shen Liwu pondered for a moment, and gently pressed the edge of Uncle Jiu’s wound with his fingers, feeling the degree of bone fracture. Her eyes were focused and calm, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"No, we have to go to the hospital." She finally spoke, her voice steady but full of unquestionable determination, "The conditions here are too primitive, and I don't have the tools to perform such an operation. If it's not treated in time, his arm may be completely disabled."

When the villagers heard this, they became even more panicked, and their hands and feet became weak. He staggered back a step, his voice trembling, "But...but the hospital is so far away, I'm afraid Uncle Jiu won't be able to hold on like this..."

"Wife Yan Jing, the bleeding stopped with just one prick of your needle. You must save Uncle Jiu! He is a lonely man with no children. If his hand is crippled, who will take care of him?"

Zhou's mother stood aside and was angry when she heard this. "My daughter-in-law can't save you, so you can't force her. What if something happens?"

“Can the town hospital perform the surgery?” Shen Liwu asked worriedly.

She could see that Zhou Yanjing liked this person very much and was a little worried.

"No, I heard that Wang Daniu from the next village broke his leg and the town hospital couldn't fix it. He didn't have money to go to the big hospital, so he went home. Now he can't even walk."

Shen Liwu knew this would happen. The rural economy was underdeveloped, and the doctors in the town hospital could only give injections at best, and they certainly couldn't perform major surgeries.

"Send him to the hospital. I'm here too. I'll do the surgery if I have the tools. I'll watch him on the way and handle any problems that arise."

"No." Zhou's mother stopped her: "Wuwu, you just got pregnant, you won't be able to handle the surgery."

"Mom, I'm fine. Besides, there's Yan Jing. You don't want to see Uncle Jiu lose an arm, do you?"

Zhou's mother opened her mouth but no words came out.

Zhou Yanjing stood up, his eyes burning, "Mom, don't worry, I will take care of Wuwu."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the villagers beside him and ordered, "Find a few people and bring a stretcher over, the sooner the better!"

The villagers nodded repeatedly and started running. After a while, several strong young men came running over breathlessly carrying a simple stretcher.

Zhou Yanjing instructed them to carefully lift Uncle Jiu onto the stretcher, being as gentle as possible to avoid secondary injuries. He personally checked the fixation of the stretcher and made sure that there was nothing wrong before he set off.

"Let's go, take a shortcut!" He waved his hand and took the lead. Zhou Yanjing's steps were steady and firm, and every step was as precise as if he had measured the distance.

He held one corner of the stretcher with one hand and held Shen Liwu's wrist tightly with the other hand, fearing that she would fall on the rugged mountain road. The mountain road was narrow, and the bushes on both sides scraped against their sleeves from time to time, making a slight rustling sound. The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass, but it could not cover up the strong smell of blood.

…

After arriving at the hospital, Zhou Yanjing communicated with the hospital director for a long time before agreeing to let Shen Liwu undergo the operation, and the operation was not completed until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Liwu came out of the operating room tiredly, and Zhou Yanjing immediately came to greet her, his eyes full of worry.

"How are you? Did Uncle Jiu's operation go well?" His voice was low and urgent. He gently held her arm with his fingers and felt the slight trembling of her body.

Shen Liwu forced a smile, his face a little pale. "It's okay, the operation went smoothly and Uncle Jiu's arm was saved." Although her voice was weak, there was a hint of relief in her tone.