Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded, saying sincerely, "Uncle, what I admire most are you veterans. Without your sacrifices, we wouldn't have the good life we ​​have today."

You keep asking me to take a look at your face, okay? I promise I won't do anything wrong.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sun Changlin's son rushed in, "Dad, are you all packed?"

Before Sun Changlin could answer, the other party saw Zhou Baorui and exclaimed, "County Chief Zhou?"

Zhou Baorui waved his hand in a very down-to-earth manner, "At home, there's no County Chief Zhou. Just call me Uncle Zhou. Please sit down first. My niece is here to treat your father."

Although Sun Changlin didn't say it out loud, he genuinely felt that such a young girl, even if she knew a little, could only cure headaches and colds. However, since she had come to his door in person, he couldn't very well refuse her kind offer.

He knew his own illness was truly incurable; even the doctors at the county hospital weren't confident about it, let alone this young girl, who was too young.

After taking her pulse, Jiang Qiao remained silent, frowning and pondering for a while before speaking amidst the anxious gazes of the crowd.

"There's something growing in your lungs, am I right?"

Before Sun Changlin could even speak, his son exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?"

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "That's the result from taking your pulse, Uncle. If you trust me, I'll take over this illness. As for your other ailments, I'll treat them for you as well."

The tendons in your leg have atrophied, making it difficult to throw away your crutches. However, I will try my best to make your leg comfortable. While I can't make you throw away the crutches completely, I won't let you become dependent on them.

Sun Changlin asked in surprise, "You mean I can put weight on this leg now?"

Jiang Qiao nodded. "I'll try my best. This is just my idea. As for how effective it will be, we'll see how it goes in the long run."

Not to mention Sun Changlin, even his son didn't believe what Jiang Qiao said.

"Comrade, are you telling the truth or not? Should I believe you?"

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "You can believe me. Whether it can be cured or not, I have no reason to lie to you."

However, there's a condition: I have to go back with your father. As you know, traditional Chinese medicine treatments are not like Western medicine; they require a process and time. Don't worry, I'll prepare my own food.

Also, I heard you have a comrade-in-arms who lives in the same village as you?

Speaking of his comrade-in-arms, Sun Changlin disregarded his own health and urgently pulled Jiang Qiao along, saying, "Girl, come with me quickly. My comrade-in-arms' condition is even worse than mine. When I came here, I heard that he wasn't feeling well..."

Sun Changlin was probably in a hurry, and he started rambling on and on. Jiang Qiao finally understood that his comrade-in-arms was probably unwell. As for how unwell he was, she didn't dare to make a judgment, but it seemed to be quite serious.

Jiang Qiao turned to Zhou Baorui and said, "Uncle, how about we borrow your county government's car? This is really urgent, and I also need to bring some grain with me. I'll go buy some grain first, and then we can set off, okay?"

According to Zhou Baorui's idea, they could just take it from their house.

"No way, it's all based on quotas. If I eat at your house, what will you, your aunt, and Zhou Tian eat?"

I have a solution. I'll go find some friends. Does anyone have a stroller? I'll borrow it for a bit. I'll be right back.

"Let's meet here. Zhou Tian, ​​if you're going, hurry home and pack your things so we can go together."

Zhou Tian definitely wanted to go along and take a look. Plus, there was a car—how convenient! "Okay, I'll go back and get ready first. Hurry up!"

Jiang Qiao said she was going out to buy food. What was she going to buy? She had plenty of food in her own space. However, she couldn't just conjure it up out of thin air. She had to find a reason to take it out.

So, I went out for a stroll, found a secluded spot, put my things in the car, and just pushed it back, along with my luggage.

She didn't know that there weren't that many quilts in the countryside; in most families, several children would share one quilt.

Although the weather is warm, she doesn't know when the person will recover, so bringing more is fine. The key is that there is a paralyzed veteran there, so bringing more can help the veteran recover.

She couldn't do much else, but at least she had to make sure the veterans had a decent meal.

Zhou Baorui brought some things from home with his daughter, including meat and other snacks, so they didn't come empty-handed.

Seeing that Jiang Qiao had prepared a lot, he didn't say much. When they arrived in the countryside, he didn't mind having too much of anything. The key point was that in that place, even if you had money, you couldn't buy anything there.

He also knew that Jiang Qiao was probably not short of money. She was the granddaughter of the Wen family and the Gu family. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. He understood this principle better than anyone else.

Besides, Jiang Qiao is capable. This girl can make money just by going out for a stroll, as long as she wants. It's easier for her than for him, the county magistrate, to do it.

After getting in the car, urged by Sun Changlin, the jeep sped towards the countryside. Unfortunately, by the time Jiang Qiao and the others arrived, the courtyard was already packed with people.

"What, what's going on?"

Everyone in the village knows Sun Changlin. He rescued two people back then, and this one got married and moved to his wife's family.

One by one, people with grave expressions patted his shoulder. "He's not doing well, go in and check on him—"

Even though Jiang Qiao and his group came by car, it didn't attract much attention from everyone. Everyone had mixed feelings.

Jiang Qiao and Zhou Baorui didn't have time to greet everyone before rushing into the house with Sun Changlin.

On the bed, a gaunt man held Sun Changlin's hand, his lips moving but unable to utter a word.

Jiang Qiao felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. Sun Changlin suddenly remembered that he had brought a doctor with him.

"Brother, don't go, Jiang Qiao, please take a look at him—"

The man opened his eyes, glanced at Jiang Qiao, and shook his head weakly.

As soon as Jiang Qiao took the pulse, tears welled up in her eyes; the other person's body was already beyond saving.

"Uncle, clear the area. You should have the food and meat we brought cooked quickly. No matter what, I need to make sure this comrade has a good meal before he leaves."

Clear the area first, I need to save people—"

The man on the bed shook his head weakly, "Don't—waste—your—effort."

Jiang Qiao, with tears streaming down her face, pulled open the other person's clothes. He was so thin that he was skin and bones, with no flesh left to be seen.

He took out the set of needles left by the old doctor and said, "Uncle, no matter what, let me try it. Otherwise, I won't feel good about it."

He closed his eyes, channeled his inner energy into the needle, and inserted it directly into the acupoint.

Sun Changlin held his comrade's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Watching Jiang Qiao work the needle with the speed and precision of flowing water, he secretly prayed that the girl could save his comrades. Several comrades had jumped down together, but only the two of them survived.

Over the years, the two have encouraged each other, and he didn't want to see the other person walk ahead of him.