Jiang Qiao didn't care what the male doctor was saying outside; she was focused on giving him acupuncture.
The young nurse and the young soldier taking care of Song Shukun were very well-behaved. They didn't speak, but just watched. Especially when they saw Song Shukun's hand moving and his eyes open, the two of them held back, shook their heads at Song Shukun, and put their index fingers to their lips, signaling him not to speak.
Jiang Qiao wasn't unaware that she was observing Song Shukun's reaction as soon as the needle was inserted today.
If she hadn't administered acupuncture last night, this person might have experienced post-operative reactions. She had done everything she could last night, so if she administered acupuncture again today, Song Shukun should regain consciousness. She was confident of that.
Song Shukun opened his eyes and stared at Jiang Qiao without moving. She was a very beautiful young girl, especially with her focused expression. Suddenly, the word "little fairy" came to mind to describe the girl in front of him. She looked to be quite young.
Although he had never met Jiang Qiao, he had a vague guess in his heart that when he came here, his father gave him a packet of medicine, saying it was for saving his life.
He didn't use the medicine himself; he gave it to his comrades, and it worked exceptionally well. At the time, he was thinking that if he had the chance, he should talk to his family and ask them to help him get more if they could. These emergency medications were really needed here.
The little girl in front of him reminded him of the person who gave him the medicine. Could this little girl be the one who found his sister back then?
Although his lips were a little chapped, after hesitating for a while, he finally managed to utter two words, "Jiang Qiao?"
This was the only name Song Shukun could think of. When his older sister came looking for him back then, his family talked a lot about the girl's great achievements. Now, although he wasn't sure who she was, this was the only name he could think of.
Jiang Qiao raised her head and gave Song Shukun a sweet smile. "Brother Song, you're awake. How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?"
Song Shukun shook his head. He really didn't feel any unbearable pain all over his body. Although he knew where he was injured, he just couldn't feel it.
He was anxious and grabbed the young soldier next to him, crying, "My leg, where is my leg?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Brother Song, your leg is fine for now, but you need to cooperate with my treatment. Nurse, please take one of the pills out of that bottle and give it to him."
Overjoyed that his leg had been saved, Song Shukun was happier than anyone else. "Really? Jiang Qiao, thank you, thank you!"
As Jiang Qiao removed the needles, she said, "You're too kind. You were injured while protecting your country. We are able to enjoy a peaceful life because of you. It is my honor and responsibility to treat you. No need for thanks. As long as you recover, that will make me the happiest."
You can't move for now; you have other injuries. All actions will be arranged by me and the doctor. Grandpa Song is here; I'll call him."
Upon hearing that his elderly father had arrived, Song Shukun was both excited and ashamed. He hadn't shown any filial piety to his father and had instead caused him worry.
However, Song Shukun's longing look betrayed his true feelings. Although he was already old enough to no longer need his parents' care, he still wanted to see his family when he was at his most vulnerable.
Before Jiang Qiao could even call for help, Song Zhanguo had already heard the voices inside and pushed the door open to come in.
Especially after seeing that his eldest son had regained consciousness, he couldn't express how he felt; excitement and joy coexisted within him.
"You brat, do you even know how scared you were? Good thing you're awake. Now get well and go back to beat those bastards to a pulp."
"yes--"
Song Shukun gave his elderly father a somewhat awkward military salute from his hospital bed. The movement of his arm aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
Jiang Qiao stood up. "Grandpa Song, you two chat for a while. I'm going to the kitchen. Brother Song needs some medicinal food. I'll go arrange it."
Jiang Qiao led the nurse and the soldier out, carrying baskets on their backs. She didn't know the kitchen, so the nurse had to show her around.
The nurse, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Comrade Jiang Qiao, could you please teach me how to make medicinal cuisine? Um, can I come and learn during my break?"
Jiang Qiao was puzzled. "Comrade, medicinal cuisine is made according to each person's different condition. It can't be eaten casually. Who do you want to make it for?"
The nurse lowered her head shyly. "Well, my boyfriend is also injured, and I want to make him something nice to eat, but I don't know much about medicinal cuisine."
The soldier next to Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Comrade Jiang Qiao, this is our platoon leader's girlfriend."
Jiang Qiao nodded knowingly. "Okay, I'll go check on your boyfriend's situation later, and then I'll decide what medicine to use, okay?"
The young nurse nodded happily, "That's great, thank you, Comrade Jiang Qiao."
After taking Jiang Qiao to the kitchen and telling her what happened, the nurse went to get busy.
However, the situation in the kitchen made Jiang Qiao sigh. There wasn't much meat; she wanted to use chicken, but they didn't have any.
We'll have to deal with this later; her medicinal diet can only be made into porridge.
"I'm going to gather some herbs, I'll be right back. By the way, is there a market around here?"
The young soldier nodded. "How about I go?"
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "If you stay here, you won't recognize those herbs. Go back to the ward and take care of the patients. I can handle things here myself."
Inside the ward, Song Zhanguo told his son the truth: "You have no idea, you almost lost this leg. It was only because your brother got in touch with Jiang Qiao that you were able to save it. Luckily, she's here. Otherwise, you would have had to come home with me. Everything happened so coincidentally. You're lucky, kid. You almost didn't make it."
Song Shukun held his elderly father's hand, tears welling in his eyes, "Dad, I'm so sorry to have worried you—"
Song Zhanguo sighed and patted his son's hair. "Get well soon. This is all I can do for you. I have to go to a meeting later. You need to cooperate with Jiang Qiao's treatment. Don't underestimate that child because of his young age. His medical skills are unparalleled. Your wife is already on her way. We can talk about it later. Get some rest."
Song Zhanguo actually had so much to say, but he couldn't say it when facing his son.
Last night he was filled with all sorts of worries and fears, but now he's completely relieved. With Jiang Qiao around, he really doesn't have many concerns.
Song Shukun grabbed Song Zhanguo, who was about to leave, and asked, "Dad, are you planning something big this time?"
Song Zhanguo patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Take good care of your injuries. You'll have your chance to vent your anger. I'm leaving now."
Although his father didn't explain it very clearly, Song Shukun knew that the time for a counterattack was approaching. He wished he could recover right now and go up and kill a few more invaders. Did they really think they were just decorations?
Jiang Qiao went out for a stroll and had a great haul, even buying chickens. She first made some rice porridge and medicinal food for Song Shukun and brought it over to him, and also brought some food for the young soldier.
"Brother Song, I'm going to find a doctor. We'll talk later."
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