Gou Sheng was also shocked, his eyes instantly reddening. He didn't understand what surgery was, but when he heard that it involved cutting, he was startled.
If you have a big cut on your leg, can it heal completely? He had never heard of such a method of saving a life.
Jiang Yimian nodded.
She knew that surgery wasn't an option in this era; otherwise, the doctors wouldn't have said that Chen Tiezhu's leg was incurable.
Seeing that the group hesitated for a moment, Jiang Yimian continued, "Now is not the time to have surgery. We need to wait until Uncle Chen recovers. It will probably take some time. You should think about it carefully."
The patient was too weak and unable to exert any strength in her upper body, so she naturally couldn't have the surgery right now.
If you can't use your upper body strength, it will affect your leg rehabilitation, so you have to take it slowly.
She wouldn't force anyone to have the surgery.
Before Liu Xiaoyun could speak, Chen Tiezhu nodded and said, "Okay, I trust you. Once I've recovered, you can perform the surgery on me."
He'd had enough of being bedridden for over half a year. If his legs could get better, he'd naturally give it a try. Even if they didn't, he'd still try to get his body back in shape so that at least his upper body could move again.
He'd figured it out these past few days. Xiaoyun and Gousheng wouldn't abandon him. Since that was the case, he couldn't let himself sink any further; he couldn't become a burden to them.
Jiang Yimian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
She thought that a person who had lost all hope would be hard to save, but she didn't expect that this person would have some sense of responsibility and would come to his senses.
Seeing that the man agreed, Liu Xiaoyun wanted to say something more, but finally gritted her teeth and nodded, saying, "Okay, Yimian, I believe you. Don't worry, I will take good care of him these days."
Since her man had already agreed, there was no need for her to say anything more.
Even if it doesn't work out, she will stay by his side, just like she is now.
Gou Sheng nodded in agreement, his eyes resolute.
Jiang Yimian glanced at Liu Xiaoyun's protruding belly and reminded her, "You're still pregnant, so you should be more careful and not overwork yourself. There's no rush for the surgery now; wait until he's fully recovered."
She had forgotten that she had seen several silk handkerchiefs in a clothing shop before going up the mountain. She had put them into her spatial storage and wondered who was so rich as to use silk handkerchiefs. Now, they had come in very handy.
We can take the silk handkerchief apart, twist it back into thread, and use it to sew up the wound.
Although it couldn't compare to modern surgical sutures, it was still usable in ancient times.
Liu Xiaoyun simply nodded gratefully.
*
After some time, the land beside the ditch was finally cleared by the people, and neatly arranged terraced fields grew out of the original slope, which made people feel hopeful.
The seeds sown in the fields below the hillside have now sprouted into tiny, tender green shoots.
Old Liu has been incredibly excited lately, visiting the place seven or eight times a day, which is driving Liu Dayong crazy.
"Dad, those rice seedlings are so small, it will be at least another ten days before we can transplant them. Aren't you tired of running around so many times every day?"
Liu Dayong said helplessly as he chopped firewood in the yard.
His father is quite old and has to row his raft in and out all day long, which he really worries about. However, the other party insists on not letting him come along, which makes him so worried that he has dark circles under his eyes.
Old Liu glared at him irritably and said with dissatisfaction, "I'm not tired. If you have nothing to do, go help Yi Mian plant vegetables in that field in front. Stop talking so much nonsense."
Those sprouting little buds were all white grains, so he naturally had to keep a close eye on them to make sure they weren't ruined by the birds.
A few days ago, because no one was watching, birds dug up the rice seeds in the field, causing many to fail to sprout.
With him watching over them, those birds will definitely not dare to go there again.
After being scolded by his father, Liu Dayong dared not say another word and could only watch helplessly as the other person left.
After chopping the firewood, he took out some vegetable seeds from the house and went to find Jiang Yimian and the others.
Jiang Yimian is currently turning over the soil in the small vegetable garden in front of her yard.
Zhao Xing'er was cutting weeds on the side, planning to clear a piece of land and grow some vegetables to eat, just like Jiang Yimian.
Several children were playing around on the side.
Daya sat on the rock, watching Xiaoye and Xiaonuan play with the pebbles on the ground. Her eyes, besides being dull, also held a hint of joy.
Zhao Xing'er felt both happy and sad watching this.
Her eldest daughter is thirteen years old now, but she still acts like a three-year-old. She doesn't know anything, and even when she plays with Xiao Nuan'er and the other children, she is slow to react. She is not as good as Xiao Nuan'er, who is only two years old. She looks dull.
Although her family loves her very much, how can parents always be by their child's side? What if they leave first one day? How will Daya, a simple-minded child, live in this world? Sigh.
Seeing Zhao Xing'er sigh, Jiang Yimian assumed that she was worried about not having enough seeds, so she smiled and said, "Aunt Xing'er, don't worry. I can't grow many vegetables on this plot of land, so I'll have plenty of seeds left over. Even if it's not enough, you can wait until the seedlings grow and then transplant them to your own plots."
The seeds in her hands were all scavenged from the general store; they were all kinds of vegetable seeds, including chili peppers, corn, eggplants, peas, soybeans, peanuts, and even tomatoes.
Although these seeds are common, no farming family is willing to buy them. Most of them grow corn and rice, and they don't even know how to grow bok choy, all in order to harvest more grain crops to sell for money.
Only some wealthy families would specially grow seasonal vegetables on their estates, and send them to their mansions for the young masters and ladies to eat when they were ripe.
Right now, in this small depression, no one knows what they've planted, so they don't have to worry about being accused by the villagers of wasting good land.
Seeing that Jiang Yimian had misunderstood, Zhao Xing'er quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "I'm not worried about that. It's okay if I don't have your seeds. I'll just plant some corn."
With over an acre of paddy field to cultivate, she wasn't worried about food at all. As long as she didn't starve, she didn't care about the food that only wealthy people could afford.
But Da Ya...
Zhao Xing'er thought for a moment before leaning close to Jiang Yimian and whispering, "Yimian, I heard you know some medical skills. A few days ago, you went to treat Xiaoyun's husband's injury. I noticed that Tiezhu's complexion has improved in the past few days, and Gousheng and Xiaoyun have also become much happier."
She watched with her own eyes as Xiaoyun's husband's complexion improved day by day. She no longer heard Xiaoyun crying at night, and he was all smiles when she saw him during the day.
Although Tiezhu still couldn't stand up, the atmosphere in the Chen family was much better; it was finally no longer shrouded in gloom.
She was happy to see it and naturally assumed it was all thanks to Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Yimian nodded, looked at Zhao Xing'er who seemed hesitant to speak, and said calmly, "Yes, what does Auntie want to ask?"
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