The man smiled and nodded. "Yes, I've been transferred back. I haven't had time to come see you properly. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my wife and children might really be dead."

"I need your help again. My brother-in-law's condition isn't good; I heard they're going to amputate his leg. So, Jiang Qiao, please, please find a way to save his leg. Without it, he can't be a soldier anymore. You have no idea how much he loves this uniform."

"Your leg is injured? It needs to be amputated. This must be very serious. Can you make it in time?"

Jiang Qiao wasn't sure about this, and neither was Comrade Huang.

"You can do your best. We're not doctors and don't know the specifics. You should be able to get there tonight. We'll see how things go then."

After all, it was his brother-in-law who needed treatment. Comrade Huang drove fast and steadily, mainly because he was worried that Jiang Qiao would get carsick. If the girl got carsick, and then there was the plane, even if she arrived in time, her condition wouldn't be good enough to guarantee that her brother-in-law would receive timely treatment.

"Jiang Qiao, do you get carsick?"

Jiang Qiao shook her head. "I don't get seasick. I don't even get seasick. You can rest assured about that."

By the way, what's the situation with the eldest brother of the Song family? I haven't heard anything about the war.

As Comrade Huang drove, he said, "We haven't started a full-scale war yet, and we've been restraining ourselves. But the other side keeps provoking us. This time, they went there to strengthen their border defenses. Who would have thought they'd run into a Y country army that's invading our territory? Now, the two sides are fighting. We wanted to call them back, but they completely ignored our warnings and came prepared. We're the ones who are suffering losses."

I reckon it's only a matter of time, it should be soon—”

Jiang Qiao muttered to himself, "What's wrong with these people? They're really trying to take advantage of our country's continuous disasters. They're really overestimating themselves. They're bullying us to an extreme."

Jiang Qiao did the math. It was September 1962. She estimated that it would take at least a month to prepare, and mobilizing troops and resources was not something that could be done in a few words.

"Brother-in-law, have you received the notification?"

Comrade Huang shook his head. "Not for now, but we'll be ready at any time. We'll get rid of these bastards no matter what."

"So, Uncle Song went there specifically to see the eldest brother of the Song family?"

Comrade Huang shook his head. "I'm not too sure about the specifics. You'll have to ask Shutian."

Jiang Qiao thought about it and agreed. Even if they were to take action, they certainly wouldn't announce it to the outside world. Song Zhanguo probably had two reasons for this.

When Jiang Qiao arrived, the plane hadn't even landed yet, but Comrade Huang was quite thoughtful and brought her a meal.

"Jiang Qiao, eat something first. You'll be busy rescuing people over there, so you probably won't have time to eat or drink. Fill your stomach first, the wounded and sick over there are counting on you."

Jiang Qiao didn't stand on ceremony with him, "Thanks, brother-in-law, you should have some too."

Comrade Huang waved his hand and said, "You eat. I ate before I came to pick you up. I guess you didn't eat enough in the countryside."

Jiang Qiao had just finished eating when the plane arrived, but it was still refueling. Comrade Huang personally saw Jiang Qiao off onto the plane.

Jiang Qiao was dumbfounded when she saw the people sitting inside. They were all leaders. What's more, she recognized a few of them; she had seen them at the awards ceremony.

Greetings, esteemed leaders!

Jiang Qiao didn't know how to start the conversation, so she could only say this.

"Oh, little Jiang Qiao, we meet again. Little girl, I heard you also know medicine?"

Jiang Qiao nodded. "I learned a little from my grandfather, and then I studied and figured it out myself. Whether it works or not, it's all thanks to other people's trust. I was just forced into this role, so I'll help if I can."

Song Zhanguo pulled Jiang Qiao to sit down next to him. "Girl, whether it's okay or not, let's go and see first. Really, it's not like I haven't asked other doctors. For severe infections, most people think amputation is the only option—"

Jiang Qiao patted his hand and said, "Grandpa Song, don't worry. It's over now. I will do everything I can to cure it. If it can't be cured, then we'll talk about it."

The others nodded. "Yes, a soldier who loses his leg can no longer serve. It's really cruel for a soldier, and he'll have to face many problems in the future."

Jiang Qiao, I hope you can use your expertise in traditional Chinese medicine to help the soldiers alleviate their suffering.

Jiang Qiao nodded shyly, "I'll try my best, but I don't know how far I can go."

One of them joked, "Little Jiang Qiao, you call Old Song Grandpa, why are we treating you differently? We're all comrades-in-arms, we should treat each other equally."

Jiang Qiao looked up and glanced at the group of people. Each of them wore a rare smile. Jiang Qiao clasped her hands in greeting, "Greetings, esteemed grandfathers!"

"Hey, that's more like it. Sit down, we're about to take off."

In front of Jiang Qiao, these old men spoke without much restraint. They were also very distressed and angry about the war that had broken out on the border. It seemed that war was definitely going to break out, and in Jiang Qiao's opinion, it should be soon.

Jiang Qiao has already started inquiring about Song Shukun's situation.

"You don't know, the border over there is quite long. Patrolling it is not something that can be done in a day or two. It has to be done in sections."

You said someone was injured, and there weren't any medical personnel with them at the time; it was all the comrades treating each other. That's why it was quite late when we got back. You'll see what happened when we get there, because it's not just a leg problem—"

Song Zhanguo didn't know where to begin. It would be a lie to say he wasn't worried, but he hated the invaders even more.

If these people hadn't invaded first, how could his son have been injured? The key point is that it's not just an injury now; the child's life might be in danger.

Although Jiang Qiao had never fought there, he knew a little about the situation. At high altitudes, not to mention the transportation of supplies, even personnel would need an acclimatization period.

Several senior leaders had also considered this point.

Jiang Qiao originally thought it was none of her business, but these old men, whether tired of talking or wanting to test her, threw the question directly at Jiang Qiao.

"Girl, you know medicine, do you know any ways to help someone adapt to altitude sickness as quickly as possible?"

Jiang Qiao glanced at the elders and gave a wry smile. "I haven't been there before, but there are records of this in traditional Chinese medicine. Drinking some Rhodiola rosea infusion beforehand should help. Of course, it depends on individual constitution; some people won't see any effect even after drinking it."

The veteran officers nodded and muttered, "That girl, do you think we should fight this war?"

Jiang Qiao found it amusing. What was wrong with these old men? They had been discussing this issue before, so why were they dragging her into it again?