The surgery seemed to be a success, because she could see satisfaction in her daughter's eyes.

"Alright, Mom, give him the medicine we brought for an IV drip. You're good at this, I'll rest for a bit."

Surgery is not only a test of physical strength and technical skill, but also a test of mental strength. As soon as she relaxed, Jiang Qiao felt weak all over. She hadn't done this kind of thing in a long time, and she needed to relax.

She was so nervous, afraid that the surgery would fail. She was too embarrassed to repeat her previous boasts. She had really just been comforting the other person before. Now that the surgery was successful, she was determined not to let them down.

"Alright, you can get some sleep now."

He Wenqing's tears had already silently slid down her cheeks after Jiang Qiao finished speaking. The old man choked up a little, "Girl, thank you, really, I can't express my gratitude enough—"

Jiang Qiao grinned at the other person and said, "You're too kind. You saved a lot of patients back then. What did you gain from that? I feel exactly the same way you did back then. As doctors, treating and saving lives is our duty. If patients can recover, that's the best comfort for us doctors. Don't you agree?"

He Wenqing smiled and nodded, "Good child, you've gone to a lot of trouble—"

They're all in the same line of work. At this moment, Jiang Qiao is risking her life to perform surgery on him, which is already putting the child in a difficult position. How could he not understand that?

But he knew even more that if he missed this last chance, he would never be able to touch a scalpel again. It wouldn't just be a matter of touching a scalpel; his normal life would also be affected.

Before He Wenqing could think much about it, he quickly fell asleep. Acupuncture has a time limit, so to avoid postoperative pain for He Wenqing, she added a sedative ingredient, and he fell asleep very quickly.

Outside, Monkey Yu Deshui was already chatting with the comrade from the work group who had come along.

"Who are they that deserve your constant guarding outside? They'll be sent in, they won't die. It's just appendicitis, I heard that once you prick it, you're fine."

"Come on, come on, someone's watching over things, don't just sit here doing nothing. My wife's making fish for lunch today, come on, let's have some drinks at home—"

With the monkey's silver tongue, he managed to drag away the person guarding the place. With no one in his way, Wang Datou, who was waiting outside, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew exactly what illness He Wenqing had. What if this person lifted up his clothes to look? Wouldn't that expose him?

When Jiang Qiao came out, she nodded to Wang Datou and the others, then pointed to the ward and said, "The person has been sent over. Please take good care of him. We're going back now and will come back tomorrow."

The mother and daughter left the health center one after the other. Wen Jingwan held her daughter's hand and walked while sighing, "I really didn't expect you to be so good at surgery. It's a pity you missed the opportunity. Otherwise, you would be a doctor by now."

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "There's nothing to regret. Going to school was just to improve my skills, and of course, I had a legitimate reason to study. But now, I'm doing quite well as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. As for Western medicine, when I encounter patients, I'll take a look if I can. But we can't rush this. Later, when Professor He recovers, I'll learn a few more tricks from him."

As for working at the hospital, I don't have the time right now. I'll think about it later. My current situation isn't over yet, and I'm afraid those people won't give up their evil intentions, and I won't have peace of mind.

Speaking of these people, Wen Jingwan said with hatred, "They should have been arrested. If it weren't for them, how could you have missed the college entrance examination?"

Okay, since you have your own ideas, Mom won't say any more. Let's get married for now, and you two can discuss what to do next.

Even if you don't become a doctor, you can still see patients at home. Your father said you just don't want to stay home; if you really wanted to see patients, you'd probably have to wait in line.

Wen Jingwan had a good idea of ​​her daughter's skill level. The fact that her daughter could perform surgery so well based on traditional Chinese medicine meant that her daughter was impeccable in this area. Not everyone could do what her daughter did; they were extremely rare.

However, Wen Jingwan also knew that being too outstanding was not necessarily a good thing, especially at the moment.

Looking at her daughter with concern, she said, "Qiao'er, you should keep some of your skills to yourself in the future. Don't try to cure every disease. Even experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors specialize in only one area—"

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry. Besides making medicine, I don't treat people casually around here. I only dare to treat people when I'm out. And most of the time I don't leave my name, so you don't need to worry too much about this."

As for examining the health of these elderly people, firstly, these people are with Grandpa Zuo and the others. If we only examine these two elderly people and not others, it will inevitably cause trouble in the long run.

Although Grandpa Zuo said these people were all good, it's best not to test people's hearts. If everything is fine, they can get along more comfortably in the future.

Secondly, He Wenqing must have been a very excellent doctor before, having studied abroad. With such a capable person by my side, I'll need to learn from him in the future. That way, if I really need to perform surgery in the future, I'll have a legitimate reason to learn from him, don't you think?"

Wen Jingwan nodded. "It's good that you know what's going on. I'm just worried. The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. From now on, think things through more carefully."

If there's anything you don't understand, ask your grandfather and the others. They're all elderly, and they have much more experience and insights than we do.

Jiang Qiao responded, "Mom, I know. These elders in the family are the real treasures. With them around, I'm never short of ideas."

"Mom, how's the situation over there? Is it relatively quiet?"

Wen Jingwan paused for a moment, "It's alright, there's not much commotion. However, everyone is struggling financially, and they don't have as much stuff as those here. But don't worry about your father and me, the things you sent, along with our combined salaries, are enough to support us."

The mother and daughter chatted as they walked. When they were almost back in the village, Jiang Qiao saw a restaurant by the roadside. It was already open. Since returning, she hadn't had time to come and check it out. Today was the perfect day, so she pulled Wen Jingwan towards the restaurant.

To be honest, this restaurant isn't small. It has five large rooms: a dormitory for the children who work there, a storage room, and a place for customers to eat. None of these five rooms are particularly big.

It was almost noon, and several trucks were already parked at the entrance. Clearly, these were drivers who had come to have lunch.

When Jiang Qiao pushed open the door, she found that there were quite a few people inside, which was disproportionate to the number of trucks outside.

Judging from the clothes and appearance of these people sitting here, it's obvious they're not from around here. What ordinary person would come here for a meal? Let alone not having the money, even if they did, they wouldn't be willing to spend it.

They only earn a pittance all year round, saving it for when things get tough. Who would be willing to eat at a restaurant? It's much cheaper to just grab a quick bite at home.