Chapter 597 The dead are gone, the living remain
"...It's a miracle!"
The hunchbacked servant said this with excitement, and Li San Niang was also very happy. She quickly took advantage of the moment to give Mr. Bu Ke a thorough examination.
Naturally, Li San Niang had X-ray vision and saw the nerve at the knee connecting Mr. Bu Ke's thigh and calf, which seemed to be slightly different from what she had seen last time.
However, Li San Niang wasn't entirely sure about this difference and could only judge it based on Mr. Bu Ke's words. It seemed that there really had been a change.
"Sir, this is good news!"
Having a feeling means we have a definite hope!
If I and other doctors perform the surgery again for my husband in the future, his chances of standing up will be much greater!
To a man who has been lame for over ten years, say, "Hey, you have a chance to stand up now!"
What sweet words those are!
Anyway, after Li San Niang finished speaking, Mr. Bu Ke's face turned slightly red with excitement. Li San Niang also noticed that Mr. Bu Ke's heartbeat was much faster than usual, proving that Mr. Bu Ke was very excited.
"good!
"Thank you for your trouble, Third Sister. Please write down the new prescription."
After seeing off Mr. Keke and his hunchbacked servant, Qiuxiang finally dared to ask Li Sanniang, "Sanniang, Mr. Keke, can he really stand up again?"
"How could I dare to make any guarantees?"
However, judging from your performance today, the possibility is still quite high, at least fifty-fifty, which is very good.
Qiu Xiang nodded. She understood what Li San Niang meant. Even if there was more than 50% certainty, a doctor couldn't be so sure.
After all, the human body is too intricate and its condition is constantly changing, making it difficult to determine or guarantee anything.
Afterwards, the two went to find Linglan, who treated the women in the building. Linglan had already seen seven or eight people.
As soon as she opened the door, Li San Niang saw Xiao Ping An surrounded by the women in the building. Xiao Ping An looked at the women around him with a smile on his face.
Li San Niang sat down next to Ling Lan. "How is it? They all seem to be in good spirits. How was Ping An's pulse diagnosis?"
After instructing Linglan on how to treat the women at Shihualou and answering her questions, Li Sanniang was busy until late at night before she finally had time to eat the late-night snack that Qi Zhidie had prepared.
After eating a small bowl of soup noodles, which filled her stomach to about 50-60%, Li San Niang put down her chopsticks and looked at Qi Zhi Die, who was sitting blankly beside her, lost in thought.
Li San Niang called Qi Zhi Die's name twice before she came to her senses.
"Why is Third Sister only eating this little? Is it not to her liking? Or should I let her..."
"That's enough, it's too late, it's not a good time to eat more."
Li San Niang pressed down Qi Zhi Die, who wanted to stand up and help her, sighed, poured her a glass of water, and then reached out to hold one of her hands.
“We’ve known each other for a long time, and I consider us friends. Come on, tell me about it.”
Qi Zhidie gave a dismissive look with a fake smile, "Oh, I was just daydreaming for a moment, are you going to blame me, Third Sister?"
“You, you,” Li San Niang shook her head slightly, she really couldn’t do anything with such a stubborn beauty, “Zhi Die, what’s the point of lying to me?”
Upon hearing Li San Niang's words, Qi Zhi Die seemed to remove her mask, her face immediately fell, and a trace of sadness spread to the corners of her eyes, turning into crystal tears that fell onto her cheeks.
"Third Sister, Third Sister, my heart aches so much, I feel so cold, I'm so cold."
Seeing Qi Zhidie cowering so timidly, Li San Niang felt her heart ache and grow cold.
Li San Niang approached Qi Zhi Die and hugged her, pulling her into her embrace. She gently stroked the black hair that fell down Qi Zhi Die's back, saying, "Cry, cry, cry out all this pain and cold, cry it all out."
With a shoulder to lean on, Qi Zhidie could no longer hold back her emotions and burst into tears.
For a full quarter of an hour, Qi Zhidie cried until her face was covered in tears and snot. Even though a beautiful woman's tears are beautiful, she looked anything but beautiful in this state.
At this moment, Li San Niang finally felt that Qi Zhi Die was a human being.
Since Jiu Niang's death, the lingering sorrow on Qi Zhidie's body was no longer vague, but exposed, like a bloody, mangled wound the size of a bowl, bleeding profusely.
What Li San Niang had to do at this moment was what a doctor should do: she had to shave off the bits of flesh from the wound, clean the wound, and then have someone endure the pain while she sprinkled hemostatic powder on it. If necessary, she would also sew it up with needle and thread and then bandage it with a clean cloth.
Only in this way can the wound have a chance to heal, leaving a scar, so that the person can live.
Otherwise, the wound will only get deeper and deeper until it rots to the bone, leaving the person terminally ill and with no choice but to wait for death. At that point, there will truly be no hope of recovery.
"Ninth Sister is dead, she's really dead!"
She died that day!
"Zhi Die, Jiu Niang, she's dead!"
Li San Niang looked intently at Qi Zhi Die, into her eyes, and spoke the words above, forbidding her from running away again, forbidding her from burying her head in the sand like an ostrich and deceiving herself.
"Ninth Sister is dead. You can hate Ping An, you can even despise him!"
But, Zhidie, you must understand, Jiuniang, she is really dead!
But you're still alive!
You are alive, you breathe, you get hungry, you need to sleep, you are a living person!
You must live, you must live well!
It's not just for the women in the building, not just for Jiu Niang, it's for yourself, it's for Qi Zhi Die!
Zhi Die, Zhi Die, you've had enough time to grieve. Let it go, let it go.
If you still don't want to let go, then bury it deep in your heart. When you're seventy or eighty years old, when you're about to leave this world, then dig it up and take it with you to the underworld, okay?
Qi Zhidie stared blankly at Li Sanniang, listening to Li Sanniang's resounding words, her mind racing with thoughts of "How am I supposed to survive? How can I continue to live?"
It wasn't until Li San Niang finished speaking that Qi Zhi Die's eyes regained some sparkle. "Then, let's keep it buried in our hearts."
Jiu Niang is dead.
We'll meet again in the underworld someday, right? Jiu Niang will definitely be waiting for me on the Bridge of Helplessness.
She must be waiting for me!
These two women, both from less-than-ideal backgrounds, were simply finding solace in each other. When one passed away, the other felt as if she couldn't go on living either.
Yes, after more than ten years of companionship, the bond has long been ingrained in our flesh and blood, grown into our bones. When one leaves, the other is torn from their body. How could it not hurt?
But the dead are dead, and the living must continue to live.
If you can let go of it, that's best. If you don't want to let go, just bury your sadness deep in your heart. When you leave this world one day, dig out this sadness buried deep in your heart and take it with you to see that person.
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