On that day, Song Yun became the talk of the hospital and a legendary figure passed down from mouth to mouth.
Song Yun was completely unaware of all this. She had to start preparing for the treatment of the legs of twelve special patients. She had no time to pay attention to those trivial matters and gossip, and she didn't even have enough time to do her work.
Just like the hand treatment, Song Yun gave them two options: surgical treatment, or she would do it herself, first stopping and then resuming the treatment.
"It will definitely be painful. You can't use anesthesia. This needs to be done while you're both physically and mentally awake. This process will take much longer than reattaching your phalanges, and the pain will last longer. Think it over before giving me your answer."
Twelve people, including the frail scholar Zhong Guosheng, made their choice immediately without any hesitation, and directly chose to be treated by Song Yun personally, no matter how painful it was.
They have experienced worse pain. What pain could be worse than becoming a cripple?
As long as I can get up, live as a normal person, and live with dignity, no pain will matter.
"Teng, I will try my best to find a way to alleviate your pain. I believe you can get through this."
Song Yun's voice was not loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic that could bring people infinite hope and strength.
The process of reconnecting broken bones was extremely tragic. Even experienced doctors like Ji Yuanhui and Gu Laotou could not bear to watch it. They were shocked and heartbroken.
Song Yun was also not going anywhere, especially when she saw the soldiers' faces twisted with veins bulging as they endured the pain. She felt very uncomfortable and exchanged a bottle of pain-relieving ointment from the mall. She didn't dare to use too much for fear that the effect would be too noticeable. She only quietly applied a little on the wound to relieve some of the patient's pain.
Even if only a little bit was applied, the effect was significant. The pain on the soldiers' faces was visibly alleviated. They thought it was just numbness and had no idea that Song Yun had done anything.
The treatment proceeded in an orderly manner, and every step was carried out according to the treatment plan prepared in advance by Song Yun. With the four of them taking turns to watch over it, the recovery of the twelve patients was as expected, and even exceeded expectations.
Seven days passed in a flash, and the twelve patients' finger bones no longer hurt. They could do some larger movements and start formal finger exercises.
Song Yun was demonstrating finger rehabilitation exercises to a patient in the ward when Qi Mo Nan suddenly knocked on the door and came in.
"Why are you here?" Song Yun was quite happy to see Qi Mo Nan.
Qi Mo Nan lifted the net bag in his hand and said, "I brought you some food. Are you done?"
Song Yun pointed in a direction and said, "Go to the office next door and wait for me. I'll be there soon."
Qi Mo Nan nodded, saluted the two patients in the ward, and then turned and left.
Old Mrs. Fang, who was taking care of her son in the ward, asked curiously, "Doctor Song, is this your opponent?"
Song Yun nodded, "Yeah."
A flicker of disappointment flashed across Old Lady Fang's eyes. She had thought Dr. Song had no way of dealing with her son. She had been planning to find an opportunity to tell Dr. Song about her son. His character and appearance were both first-rate. Although he couldn't speak now, Dr. Song had said he could be cured. And even if her son couldn't stay in the army, with his military achievements, he could be transferred to a military unit as a cadre. He had a bright future.
What a pity, such a good opponent was beaten to the punch by someone else.
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