Li Chunfeng, hearing Ye Qiu’s words, asked, “Little Ye, you know Western surgical techniques?”
Ye Qiu replied, “Old Li, have you forgotten? Traditional Chinese medicine includes surgery too.”
Li Chunfeng was taken aback.
As a master of Chinese medicine, he knew surgery existed in ancient times.
But, given Zhu Xiongying’s unique condition, could Chinese surgical methods work?
Ye Qiu added, “Old Li, with your expertise, do you think Zhu Xiongying’s leg can be saved?”
“It’s tough!” Li Chunfeng said, “Once you unwrap the bandages, you’ll see how severe his condition is.”
“Honestly, I want to save his leg, but after thorough discussions with the experts, we concluded amputation is the safest option.”
“Little Ye, your skills are exceptional. If there’s even a sliver of hope to save Zhu Xiongying’s leg, I hope you’ll give it your all.”
“Zhu Chengyu’s life has been too tragic.”
Ye Qiu asked curiously, “Why do you say that, Old Li?”
Li Chunfeng explained, “Zhu Chengyu grew up next door to me, so I know his family well.”
“The Zhu family is full of loyal heroes. Zhu Chengyu’s grandfather and father were martyrs in the war of resistance. Forty years ago, his two older brothers died in battle in the south, their bodies never found.”
“Zhu Chengyu joined the army at sixteen, rising from a foot soldier to guarding the southwest, earning countless merits and scars.”
“His eldest son joined the army at twenty, becoming a lieutenant young, but died tragically on a mission.”
“His second son, an anti-drug hero, spent seven years undercover in a drug lord’s lair, only to die heroically during the final takedown.”
“Now, Zhu Xiongying is his only son.”
“Xiongying serves as a special forces captain on the southwest border. He was injured saving a comrade during a mine-clearing mission.”
Ye Qiu felt deep respect.
This family was a lineage of heroes!
“Little Ye, you saw Feng Yulian when you came in, didn’t you?” Li Chunfeng said, “Last night, she and Zhu Chengyu sat in the corridor all night. When I left yesterday afternoon, her hair was still black. This morning, it was completely white. I barely recognised her.”
“A true case of turning white overnight!”
“It’s hard to imagine if they could go on living if Zhu Xiongying dies.”
Tears welled in Li Chunfeng’s eyes as he spoke.
Ye Qiu’s mood grew heavy. He walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently unwrapped the bandages on Zhu Xiongying’s leg.
When the bandages were fully removed, Ye Qiu gasped.
Above Zhu Xiongying’s right knee, the bone was shattered, held together only by a few tendons and a layer of flesh, a shocking sight.
Next, Ye Qiu carefully unbuttoned Zhu Xiongying’s shirt, revealing numerous small wounds and bloodstains on his chest.
Li Chunfeng said, “The surface shrapnel has been removed, but there are still many fragments in his lungs, over seventy detected, some as small as rice grains.”
“Worse, the fragments are rusted.”
“We’ve taken measures to prevent inflammation, but if the shrapnel isn’t removed soon, I’m afraid…”
Li Chunfeng trailed off, but Ye Qiu understood.
Ye Qiu silently activated his Heavenly Eye, staring intently at Zhu Xiongying’s lungs without blinking.
After half a minute, he looked away.
Then, he grasped Zhu Xiongying’s wrist, carefully checking his pulse.
The room was silent, everyone holding their breath, afraid to disturb Ye Qiu.
Two minutes later, Ye Qiu released Zhu Xiongying’s wrist.
Zhu Chengyu asked, “Doctor Ye, my son…”
Before Zhu could finish, Ye Qiu said, “Saving his life isn’t difficult!”
Zhu’s face lit up with joy.
The other doctors were stunned.
They had examined Zhu Xiongying and knew how hard it was to save him, yet Ye Qiu said it wasn’t difficult. How could they not be shocked?
“No wonder he’s the Medical Sage!” they thought.
Ye Qiu continued, “General Zhu, while saving your son’s life isn’t hard, saving his leg is a challenge.”
Zhu Chengyu already knew this, saying, “The doctors told me Xiongying’s leg needs amputation.”
“General Zhu, what I mean is, even if it’s difficult, we should overcome it, right?”
Zhu was confused, not grasping Ye Qiu’s meaning.
Li Chunfeng understood and asked, shocked, “Little Ye, are you saying you can save Xiongying’s leg?”
“I can try,” Ye Qiu said.
Zhu Chengyu was thrilled, declaring, “Doctor Ye, if you can save Xiongying’s leg, I…”
“General Zhu, I know what you want to say. As I said, no need for formalities. I’m a doctor; healing is my duty.”
Ye Qiu took out his golden needles, quickly sterilised them, and inserted over a dozen into Zhu Xiongying’s chest.
Then, he instructed Li Chunfeng, “These needles will stabilise Zhu Xiongying’s condition for now. Old Li, please keep an eye on him here.”
“I’ll return tomorrow morning to treat him.”
“I need to go prepare some things now.”
“Alright,” Li Chunfeng agreed, then asked, “Anything else I can do?”
Ye Qiu said, “Just stay here and watch him. If anything happens, notify me immediately.”
Li Chunfeng nodded, “No problem.”
After giving instructions, Ye Qiu left the hospital and headed straight to Dragon Gate headquarters.
Cao Qingcheng saw Ye Qiu enter and, leaning against the door, said fearfully, “Sect Master, why are you back?”
“Go back to Jiangzhou, please. I can’t handle you.”
“I can barely walk today, my back aches, my legs are weak.”
Ye Qiu had no time for her chatter and said, “Find me a quiet room.”
“For what?” Cao Qingcheng grew more terrified, “From last night to this morning, over ten times, and you still want more?”
Ye Qiu said, “I need a quiet room to take care of something.”
Cao Qingcheng nearly collapsed, “What else could you need to take care of? You want to take care of me, don’t you? I can’t handle you, you’re like a tiger—no, fiercer than a tiger.”
Cao Qingcheng grinned, “If you really can’t hold back, I’ll take you somewhere. They’ve got Western girls, Eastern girls, Korean ones too, all slim and skilled in every way.”
Ye Qiu was speechless. What was this woman thinking?
“Stop talking nonsense and get me a room. I need to refine a pill!”
