"This little pistol is so well carved, it's exactly the same, very realistic. Uncle Yang, your craftsmanship is amazing!" Yang Fengxian saw the carved wooden gun, picked it up and looked at it for a while.

After praising him, Yang Guoqing laughed out loud.

Song Zhiya went to wash her hands and was about to give Yang Guoqing an acupuncture, but he asked her to rest for a while.

"It's still early. I'll play with the kids for a while. I heard that you two should take the patient to the hospital and rest for a while. You can take your time with the injection. There's no rush!"

As Yang Guoqing said this, he gently touched his unconscious leg with one hand.

"Besides, I have something to tell you," Yang Guoqing rubbed his knees twice, "We have been doing acupuncture for more than a week. I soak my feet every night, and Yang Yinyin also massages me according to the method you said."

"Last night I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my knee, which lasted only a few seconds!"

Yang Guoqing described it very clearly. Song Zhiya was surprised when she heard it. "Can you really feel it?"

Being able to feel pain will gradually lead to other perceptions.

Feeling the pain is the first step!

"Yes," Yang Guoqing nodded heavily, his face full of admiration, "I can really feel the pain. I'm very happy and excited, so I came a little early today. I arrived just after you left!"

"That means it is still useful, but I can only feel some effect after about a week. I will try my best to adjust the medicine package." Song Zhiya planned to finish the treatment today. After Lu Nanfeng left for the army early tomorrow morning, she would go to the space to look through the book again.

For a good person like Yang Guoqing, even if we can't cure both of his legs, we must at least restore sensation in one of his legs.

"good."

After resting for a while, Song Zhiya gave acupuncture to Yang Guoqing. Yang Fengxian watched beside her and nodded awkwardly.

Wang Chunhong also came to watch, and more and more sisters-in-law gathered behind her to watch.

After the injection, Song Zhiya fumigated him again before helping him up. "Take a day off tomorrow, and we'll continue on Saturday."

"Treatment is a gradual process, so you don't have to worry, Uncle Yang."

Song Zhiya was afraid that Yang Guoqing would think too much.

Who knew that Yang Guoqing laughed out loud when he heard this, "It just so happens that I'm planning to go to the market tomorrow. Isn't there a big market here, tomorrow afternoon?"

There is a big market near the military district, which is organized by people from several surrounding villages.

Twice a month, tomorrow is that day.

You can go to a big market.

"Uncle Yang, are you still going to the market?"

There were more than a dozen military wives watching Song Zhiya getting acupuncture. Someone suddenly asked a question, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and we all want to know who asked such a stupid question.

Yang Guoqing finally agreed to go out for treatment, but just two or three words could make him back off and no longer want to receive treatment.

Isn’t that a sin?

Song Zhiya wanted to say something to make amends, but Yang Guoqing just laughed and patted the crutches beside him. "I've been out for a few days now. I think I've gotten used to having a cane."

"We didn't know that I could cook at home without a cane and could last more than half an hour."

Yang Guoqing was joking, and the military wives who were watching were stunned for a few seconds and then started laughing, but in their hearts they were still scolding the person who had just said that.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave first and won't bother you anymore."

"I'll come back the day after tomorrow."

After Yang Guoqing finished speaking, he waved his hand and took his medicinal food back.

As soon as the man left, the military wives looked at each other.

"Who just said that?"

"What are you thinking? Uncle Yang seems like a hero, but you're actually provoking him like this. Do you think you've lost your mind?"

"Although Uncle Yang doesn't mind, it's too much to say that. How can you pick on other people's pain points?"

“That’s right!”

In the end, no one came forward to admit it. Song Zhiya asked them to go to the backyard to get the medicinal food, and then everyone went home.

Song Zhiya prepared the meal, and the family of three went out for a walk after dinner.

Come to the compound.

Before Song Zhiya could say anything, one of the military wives called out to her, "Xiaoya, come here quickly, I have something to tell you!"

"Hurry, hurry, there's a big gossip here!"

"We just found out about it too, it's still new!"

Song Zhiya smiled as she listened to her sisters-in-law's words, said hello to Lu Nanfeng and Tuanzi, and went over to talk.

Lu Nanfeng took Tuanzi to play far away.

Just as Song Zhiya walked over there, a sister-in-law gently pulled her and asked, "Did you and Fengxian take Deputy Commander Jiang's wife to the hospital today?"

"right."

Song Zhiya was stunned. Could this be what they were talking about?

"I heard the test results came out and it turned out that I ate something I shouldn't have eaten."

"Later, we heard the sound of quarreling coming from their house. Jiahui heard it nearby and said that Deputy Battalion Commander Jiang's mother gave his daughter-in-law a folk remedy she brought from her hometown."

"I heard it's a folk remedy for giving birth to a son!"

"What's the secret recipe for having a son? Who says it matters whether you have a son or a daughter?"

"That's right, so a huge quarrel broke out at home!"

"What do you think this old lady is thinking?"

Song Zhiya blinked after hearing this. She didn't expect that Song Yuanyuan suddenly vomited and fainted because of this.

"Is the child okay?"

Her heart was pounding, the child was innocent.

"The child is fine. The doctor said that the substance was actually just the ashes from our stove, mixed with some tonic herbs."

"Deputy Battalion Commander Jiang's wife had a bad stomach, so she vomited. Plus, she didn't eat much in the morning, so she fainted."

"Jiahui said she heard the old lady slapping her thigh and crying at home, saying that she had bought a fake product!"

"I heard it too. She just started crying and said she bought fake goods, and then Deputy Battalion Commander Jiang scolded her!"

"This old lady is really speechless. What do you think she does every day?"

"It seems like he just arrived yesterday afternoon, but I didn't expect him to do something like this today!"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Jiang found out why she came here, and then he said he would send her back!"

"Who wouldn't be angry if they knew about this? If some of the children were sent to the hospital a little later and something happened, who would be responsible for it?"

…

The sisters-in-law were still talking. If I heard their description, I would know that it must have been Song Yuanyuan's mother-in-law who did it.

Her mother-in-law must have thought that she only had one son, Jiang Kuo, so she hoped that Song Yuanyuan would give birth to a son as her first child.

There are many people who practice folk remedies these days, and the old lady started practicing folk remedies just because she heard about them from others.