Song Shutian glanced at his father and asked, "Dad, you don't mean to ask Jiang Qiao to get some medicine for my older brother, do you?"
What can I say to you? There are doctors with the army, so why do you need to prepare medicine separately?
Even if Jiang Qiao has medicine, it's all traditional Chinese medicine. If something really happened, Western medicine would be much more effective. Ugh, my brother will definitely be fine, don't overthink it."
Song Zhanguo gave a bitter laugh. "I really hope I'm just overthinking things. It's my own child; how could I want anything to happen to him?"
Son, you have no idea. Your father crawled out of piles of corpses. I've seen all kinds of things. Praying is really useless. It's better to carry something that can save your life.
I don't have any other ideas, I just want some assurance. Ask Jiang Qiao to get some life-saving medicine for your older brother. No matter what, they have to hold on until someone comes to rescue them.
"Bullets don't have eyes. You've seen the scars on my body, haven't you? Do I need to tell you our situation? You all know what's going on."
Song Shutian's expression was rather solemn. His own father had spoken, so how could he refuse? Everyone has their own selfish motives. His father's selfish motive was that his older brother should always carry the life-saving medicine with him.
He'd never heard of this Western medicine before, so he could only ask Jiang Qiao for help. Other doctors might have it, but who would be willing to part with something that could save their life? Let alone being unwilling, even if you wanted to buy it, the price would be prohibitive.
“Dad, I agree to this. He’s my brother, and I’m only doing this for his own good. Don’t worry, Jiang Qiao is a bit strange. Don’t let her young age fool you; her skills are something even I have to admire. You know, even if she started learning from birth, she wouldn’t have reached this level. But she’s managed to get to this point. We can’t mess with someone like that. She has everything she needs.”
Song Zhanguo patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Some things can't be envied. They're innate. In old terms, this child might be the reincarnation of a medicine boy."
Song Shutian looked Song Zhanguo up and down with a strange expression. "Dad, you actually believe this? Where's the old Bolshevik spirit in this? This is feudal superstition—"
Song Zhanguo glared at his son and said, "Then explain to me why. This kid is so amazing, even more amazing than those old scholars. Can you explain why?"
Don't be skeptical. Hou Zhankui and his group can tell what's going on in a graveyard at a glance. Can you do that?
Stop using feudal superstition as an excuse for everything. Some things exist even if you don't believe in them, and you can't explain them. Without Hou Zhankui, where would you find that place? Explain it to me!
Song Shutian rubbed his forehead, then shook his head and sighed, "I can't explain this, and you can't apply this to everything. That's real skill."
Song Zhanguo raised an eyebrow. "What, Jiang Qiao isn't really capable? Kid, don't be so skeptical. Alright, I'm leaving this to you. Get on with it."
After being thoroughly scolded by his father, Song Shutian sat in his chair in silence for a long while. He couldn't refute what his father said, but based on what he had learned so far, he felt that his father was just being superstitious.
He sighed and shook his head. "Forget it, if this keeps up, I'm going to get really confused."
If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. There are some things that people might not say, or even oppose, but deep down they probably all have a sense of awe.
He sent another telegram to Jiang Qiao, who glanced at the contents and snorted.
"Do you think I'm a god? A life-saving medicine? If it really existed, why would I be in such a hurry? I would just give it to my brother. As for wound medicine and the like, I can make them. If you want, I can mail it to you."
Song Shutian replied, "Okay—"
Jiang Qiao hesitated for a moment, "What mission is Ning Hao on?"
Upon seeing Song Shutian's telegram containing the word "confidential," Jiang Qiao pursed her lips. "If possible, bring a copy of my medicine out for Ning Hao. You'll have to find a way to give it to him."
"Um--"
The two of them had nothing more to talk about. Jiang Qiao packed her things and went into her spatial dimension to start tinkering. There were some things she needed to make on the spot.
By the time she came out, it was already very late. After packing her things, she also packed up and went to bed. Her grandfather wouldn't let her go out alone, so for now she could only wait for news from Gu Zhengkai.
Gu Zhengkai didn't disappoint Jiang Qiao; he actually managed to find the person for her.
Seeing the person standing in front of her, Jiang Qiao blinked. If her eyesight was not mistaken, the person in front of her was not young. Why would her uncle bring such a person over?
However, she also knew a principle: you can't judge a book by its cover. This person may look old, but he might have real skills. Otherwise, her uncle wouldn't have been able to invite him over.
"Qiao'er, let me introduce you. This is Yang Yunqi. You should call him Uncle."
"Hello, Uncle Yang, please have a seat—"
Yang Yunqi glanced at Jiang Qiao, then looked at Gu Zhengkai and asked, "Is this your niece?"
Gu Zhengkai nodded with a smile, "Girl, your Uncle Yang is no ordinary man. Back in the day, he was a big shot. The Japanese even offered a reward of five hundred silver dollars for his head."
Jiang Qiao glanced at Yang Yunqi. If what Gu Zhengfeng said was true, then this man was a hero. Now that he had been liberated, his position should not be low.
However, judging from the other person's appearance, it didn't seem quite right. How could Yang Yunqi not see the doubt in the little girl's eyes?
"Sigh, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories. Let me tell you what happened after that. After I returned from the battlefield, I found out that my wife had been driven to her death by a local bully, and my mother died of anger. Tell me, could I just stand by and do nothing? In a fit of rage, I killed the bully. While I was in prison, I ran into your uncle. After I got out, it was he who asked someone to help me get a job. Little girl, did that scare you?"
In fact, Jiang Qiao's expression had been under his observation the whole time. After hearing what he said, the little girl didn't even change her expression, which reassured him a lot. He was willing to help, but if it was to help a timid and cowardly person, he would rather not help at all.
Jiang Qiao was furious. "Uncle Yang, you should kill everyone around him. If someone can do something so heinous, those around him also bear an unshirkable responsibility. Anyway, since it's already done, you might as well finish it off."
This sentence completely convinced Yang Yunqi. Gu Zhengfeng had mentioned Jiang Qiao to him before, but he insisted on meeting her in person. He said that if the partner was not suitable, nothing would go smoothly. This little girl had a temper with him.
Chong Jiangqiao gave him a thumbs up. "Girl, I like hearing that. Why didn't I meet you back then?"
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