Song Zhanguo is now gambling, betting that Jiang Qiao has the ability to help his son get back on his feet.

"Fine, all of you come out with me and we'll talk. It'll only be one night, no big deal. At worst, you can saw off my whole leg tomorrow and I won't say a word."

But as a father, I want to try. If my son is still lucid, I think he'll agree with my idea. Let's go outside and talk—"

Since Song Zhanguo had spoken, even if the doctors had objections, he was a high-ranking official, and they had no choice but to listen to his superior, especially since he was the injured man's father.

Jiang Qiao had no time to pay attention to the lawsuits outside. In the hospital room, she was focused on finding a way to save Song Shukun.

Outside, Song Zhanguo was feeling somewhat conflicted, torn between his own feelings and his own conscience. He didn't know if his decision would harm his son, or if Jiang Qiao would make him feel no regret about his choice.

Then he wondered, if his son were still conscious, what choice would the child make?

Today, if he were the injured person, he probably would have chosen Jiang Qiao as the unexpected choice as well.

He could understand these doctors; they were all doing what was best for the injured person. But all they kept saying was amputate the leg, and it was driving him crazy.

"Comrades, please calm down and be quiet. Let's wait until the girl comes out before we talk. We should let the child have a chance, right?"

I've already brought her here; it wouldn't be right to stop her from doing it. We can always see the results tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we'll have the surgery tomorrow.

Song Zhanguo was more concerned about his son's injuries elsewhere.

"The surgery is already done, and we're just waiting for him to wake up."

Jiang Qiao's acupuncture treatment lasted quite a long time, so long that even the doctors couldn't stand it and went back to rest.

Only Song Zhanguo, the nurses on duty, and the soldiers who were caring for him remained. The old man sat in the corridor, listening to the quietness inside the ward, but his heart was filled with anxiety.

When Jiang Qiao came out, she saw the old man sitting blankly in the chair, holding his head in his hands.

"Grandpa Song, you should go back and rest first. The acupuncture is finished; there's nothing you can do by staying here. I'll stay here and keep watch; can you come check on me first thing tomorrow morning?"

Song Zhanguo didn't want to go back yet. His son was lying inside. As a father, he couldn't do anything, but he could at least stay by his son's side, right?

However, Jiang Qiao reminded him, "Grandpa Song, you have things to do tomorrow. Besides, your body can't take staying up all night. Go back quickly, the driver is still waiting outside."

Song Zhanguo knew in his heart that staying here was not a solution, and Jiang Qiao promised to stay and guard the place, so he left.

The soldiers who came to take care of Song Shukun wanted to know what was going on with their battalion commander. As soon as the old man left, they couldn't wait to ask him.

Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment, "Well, there are only two outcomes: keep the leg or have it amputated."

All I can do is try to save my leg. Without my leg, I doubt your battalion commander can handle it. We'll see the results tomorrow morning.

"Comrade, you go inside and get some rest. I'm thinking about how to treat his leg. Call me if you need anything."

The young soldier felt embarrassed. He thought to himself, "You know, this young lady came all this way, and she hasn't even had a sip of water yet, but she's already starting to treat my illness. I feel bad asking her to come inside and rest."

"No, no, no, you should go inside and rest."

Jiang Qiao smiled and shook her head. "Although your battalion commander is sick, don't forget that I'm an outsider. It's not appropriate for me to stay inside and rest. Comrade, please be understanding, okay?"

The young soldier slapped his forehead. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't think of that. I'll go in and keep watch over him. Call me if you need anything."

Jiang Qiao said she wasn't tired, but that would be a lie. She sat in the corridor outside for a long time before she recovered. Although she didn't have to walk, the journey here was actually more tiring than walking. She couldn't move around much because she was treating patients as soon as she arrived.

He reviewed the treatment process in his mind, pondered for a while, and found nothing wrong, so he got up and went inside.

If Song Shutian hadn't given her such strong instructions, she really would have liked to take a good rest.

He moved a chair and sat down beside Song Shukun's bedside, then took the needle and started pricking Song Shukun again.

After the acupuncture was finished, a pill was taken out and fed to Song Shukun with fresh water.

The young soldier was watching Jiang Qiao give him acupuncture from his hospital bed, but after a while, the rare cool breeze made him feel sleepy, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

Jiang Qiao only managed to sleep for a short while, sitting on a chair outside, just before dawn.

As soon as it was light, Song Zhanguo rushed over. He hadn't slept much all night and needed to hurry over to check on his son's leg.

He wasn't the only one thinking this way; even the doctor who operated on Song Shukun was anxious. They were worried that if there was no progress on Jiang Qiao's side, her condition would worsen, and in the end, the surgery might not even be necessary.

So, without even greeting Jiang Qiao, these people went straight into the ward to check on her. By the time Song Zhanguo arrived, Jiang Qiao had just woken up and heard the sounds from inside the ward.

"Impossible, how could this be—"

Song Zhanguo didn't care about Jiang Qiao anymore. He pushed open the door and went in. "What happened? What's wrong with my son?"

The nurse standing beside him glanced at the somewhat stunned doctor, then turned to Song Zhanguo and explained, "Commander, Battalion Commander Song is alright. That means the medicine that young comrade applied last night worked."

Song Zhanguo was so excited that he could hardly speak, "Then, then, does that mean my son doesn't need to have his leg amputated?"

Although the male doctor could hardly believe his eyes, he readily admitted that the young girl who came last night was amazing, much more capable than them.

Especially when he saw Jiang Qiao come in, the male doctor was no longer shy, but eagerly grabbed Jiang Qiao's hand and asked, "Young comrade, may I ask what medicine you are using?"

Although Jiang Qiao didn't see it with her own eyes, she could roughly guess why the male doctor and the nurse reacted.

"Could I take a look? I'll tell you later. But this medicine is difficult to prepare. How should I put it? It uses ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms that are hundreds of years old—"

The male doctor was dumbfounded. He had been hoping to share the prescription with everyone, but now it seemed hopeless. However, he really wanted to know what the prescription was.

After Jiang Qiao went over to check on Song Shukun's leg, she quickly asked the nurse to apply another layer of medicine to Song Shukun.

She continued receiving acupuncture, and the male doctor tried to speak, but Song Zhanguo pulled him out of the way.

"Jiang Qiaozhi is ill. Don't bother her. You can ask her after she recovers. Comrade, does that mean there's hope for my son's leg to recover?"

Although the male doctor found it unbelievable, from a professional perspective, it was something to be happy about, since Song Shukun's leg would not need to be amputated for the time being, and he nodded affirmatively.

"It is indeed hard to believe, but now it seems that amputation is no longer necessary. The ulceration has stopped spreading, and if we persevere, new flesh may grow. This will depend on the young doctor to handle."