Jiang Qiao's attitude was very firm, and she said in a resounding voice: "Why shouldn't we fight? They've come to our doorstep to bully us. This has forced us to take action. Although we are poor, our national prestige and military might cannot be violated, and our territory cannot be invaded. Let them know that we are not just some Tom, Dick, or Harry that can be coveted."
However, if we're going to fight, we need to be prepared; we can't fight an unprepared battle. Transportation, personnel, and supplies—all of these must be taken into account.
In fact, what she really wanted to say was that as long as there is war, there will inevitably be casualties. All children are born of parents, and it is not easy to raise a child.
She genuinely hoped that the higher-ups would consider the matter more carefully and try to minimize the number of casualties, as those were all young lives.
However, she couldn't say those words for the time being, since the fight hadn't started yet, and saying too much would be inappropriate.
However, she felt it necessary to stay here for a while; at least, she knew a little about medicine and could be of some help.
It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but I feel that this peace is hard-won. What did those people who sacrificed their lives for back then gain? Wasn't it just to bring peace to the country and a stable life to the people?
"Well, that's true, but transportation is still a problem. Jiang Qiao, do you have any ideas?"
Jiang Qiao felt bitter inside, wondering what the old man meant.
She gave a wry smile. "How would I know? I only learned it in geography class. That's a plateau area. Building a road now is definitely too late. As for how to solve it, you elders must have more ideas than a naive girl like me."
The old men exchanged smiles. "Little Jiang Qiao, this is already quite surprising. For a young girl like you to have such insights is remarkable. Seeing you is like seeing the future of our country. Study hard in the future. With younger generations like you, how can our country not be strong?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and waved his hand, "I'm just showing off my skills in front of Guan Yu. Please don't laugh at me, elders. Without the efforts and foundation laid by you seniors back then, it would have been impossible not to become strong."
When that time comes, we'll all be following in the footsteps of you predecessors. To be honest, you predecessors were truly remarkable. Back when you were fighting the Japanese, I was still in my mother's womb.
The elderly men laughed heartily, "Look at her, she's just being modest."
Song Zhanguo spoke up from the side, "You guys should stop teasing the child. I'm in a hurry. When will you arrive?"
The person accompanying him glanced at his watch and said, "It should be soon, don't worry."
Song Zhanguo remembered something. "Girl, did you bring all your medicine?"
Jiang Qiao nodded. "I came here to gather herbs. I brought everything. If we run out, we can go gather herbs nearby anytime. You can rest assured about that."
When Jiang Qiao and the others arrived, it was almost midnight. Unlike the old men, she had come to rescue people and couldn't rest. Song Zhanguo was even more so, as his son was lying in the hospital waiting for someone to come and rescue him.
So Jiang Qiao and Song Zhanguo went directly to a nearby hospital by car. The people waiting inside the hospital were also anxious because the person hadn't arrived yet, and the patients couldn't wait any longer.
Jiang Qiao arrived amidst everyone's anticipation. After asking about the situation, she turned around and personally checked Song Shukun's injuries.
Song Zhanguo held his son's hand, tears streaming down his face. The child was unconscious, and he had no idea whether the child could be saved or not.
The Song family members had all spoken, and the doctors were waiting for them to bring people over. However, the people they brought, while not exactly disappointing, left many puzzled.
You're telling me, what kind of illness can a child who hasn't even grown up have? She probably hasn't even left her mother's side.
The doctor watched Jiang Qiao anxiously from the side, "Young comrade, do you have any better ideas? The patient really can't afford to wait any longer. If he continues to deteriorate like this, his upper leg will also be lost."
Jiang Qiao simply nodded without saying a word. At this moment, her inner energy had already entered Song Shukun's body and circulated to his leg. Only then did she understand why the doctor had amputated his leg.
It's necrotic. Although it was cleaned, it wasn't completely cleaned because some areas involve tendons and nerves.
If amputation isn't done soon, the upper limbs will also become infected, and the leg will be ruined. Even if the lower leg is saved, it will be useless in the future, and it might even affect the upper limbs. The doctor's diagnosis was correct.
But now that she's here, she can't let Song Shukun lose his leg. Song Shutian is frantically calling her and trying to get her on the plane, all because he wants her to save his older brother's leg.
Jiang Qiao closed her eyes and pondered. There were already many pairs of eyes staring at her, all anxious but not daring to interrupt her train of thought.
Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment, then quickly got up and started rummaging through her basket, taking out bottles, jars, and the tools she needed.
"I'll give it a try first. As for whether it will work, I'm not sure. I only recently figured this out myself."
"Grandpa Song, please, would you let me try? Or should I just have my leg amputated?"
Song Zhanguo stared at Jiang Qiao with bated breath, sweat beading on his forehead. He had heard what the doctor had said, and it was precisely because he knew that he was even more worried.
His voice trembled as he asked, "Girl, are you sure you can handle this?"
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "Uncle, I can't guarantee that, because I don't know what the effect will be. This is my first time using it, and I've never encountered this situation before."
If this works, Brother Song's leg might be saved. If not, we'll have to amputate it. You see, okay?
Having experienced too many life-and-death situations, Song Zhanguo could no longer afford to hesitate. He closed his eyes and opened them again, finally making up his mind.
"Having half a leg or missing a leg doesn't make much difference, girl. Give it a try. Let's take a gamble. I'm entrusting my son to you. Go ahead and do it. Grandpa believes in you."
With Song Zhanguo's words, Jiang Qiao had a command, and she began to get busy.
The doctor on the side was a little incredulous. This was just one of those quack doctors who roamed the country. How could this patient withstand such treatment?
If the wounded soldier's condition worsens, it won't just be a matter of losing a leg; it could be a matter of life and death.
Therefore, no matter how much they pleaded with Song Zhanguo, they just wanted to persuade the old man to give up using Jiang Qiao's method to treat Song Shukun.
"This is no joke. Applying some herbs can heal a wound? This is no small injury. Besides, these herbs contain all sorts of fungi. What if it gets infected and becomes life-threatening? This is not child's play."
Jiang Qiao didn't care about any of that. While the other party talked, she did her own thing. When she opened the wound, she was shocked to find that a large chunk of flesh had been cut away, and some of it probably hadn't been cleaned properly, since it involved nerves and tendons.
He sighed and said, "Gentlemen, can you talk outside? Can I give it a try? How will I know it won't work if I don't try? I need some peace and quiet."
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