CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 614 TREATMENT (8/10)

Wang Guilan listened to her daughter’s story, feeling as if she had heard a fantasy tale, finding it hard to believe.

She covered her mouth and said, "Is this true?"

"Of course it’s true!" Li Wanwan said, "Why would I lie to you? Many people saw it; in a couple of days, you’ll hear about it!"

Wang Guilan was still somewhat skeptical.

"Enough talk, let me quickly change your clothes, so Brother Chen can treat you soon," Li Wanwan said.

"Alright!" Wang Guilan felt that her body had been through enough, so she might as well try anything.

...

After Yang Chen disinfected the silver needles, he heard Li Wanwan calling him.

He packed up his things and walked into the room.

"Auntie!" Yang Chen said to Wang Guilan.

Wang Guilan nodded and said to Yang Chen, "Thank you for the trouble."

"It’s the least I can do!" Yang Chen replied, "I will do my best to heal you."

Wang Guilan shook her head and smiled, "I know what my health is like; you don’t have to worry. Whether I recover or not, I won’t blame you."

Yang Chen knew that the long-term suffering had caused Wang Guilan to lose hope, which was why she spoke like this.

Yang Chen didn’t explain anything further. He poured hot water into a basin, placed a clean towel in it, and said to Li Wanwan, "You can clean Auntie’s affected area, after cleaning thoroughly, use alcohol to disinfect."

"Okay!" Li Wanwan nodded obediently.

Li Wanwan helped her mother clean the affected area.

Yang Chen was disinfecting medical supplies like the silver needles and surgical knives.

When Li Wanwan finished cleaning, Yang Chen had also prepared everything, laying out tools on the table within easy reach.

Yang Chen looked at Wang Guilan’s calf and couldn’t help frowning.

Even though he had seen the injury before, upon seeing it again, he still felt a burst of anger.

Wang Guilan’s calf showed obvious displacement with a protruding section in the middle.

The calf muscles had severely atrophied, looking as thin as a child’s arm.

The wound was already ulcerated, and even after disinfection, pus and blood were still oozing out.

Yang Chen sighed, picked up the silver needles, and started the acupuncture treatment.

Wang Guilan was a bit fearful seeing those long silver needles, but when Yang Chen inserted them, she felt no pain, finding it quite incredible.

Soon, Wang Guilan’s entire leg was covered with silver needles.

It looked densely packed and quite terrifying.

After the needle insertion, Yang Chen said, "Stay like this, don’t move."

Then, Yang Chen left the room to brew the herbal medicine.

An hour later, Yang Chen returned with the medicine and said to Wang Guilan, "Drink this."

Looking at the thick herbal concoction, Wang Guilan closed her eyes and drank it down.

Yang Chen checked his phone for the time and said, "Wait fifteen minutes for the medicine to take effect, then we’ll proceed with the next step."

Wang Guilan nodded and quietly waited.

After about ten minutes, Wang Guilan felt a slight swelling and tingling sensation in her calf.

At fifteen minutes, Wang Guilan frowned and said, "Xiaochen, why is my leg aching?"

She felt a dense, tingling pain in her calf, like being pricked by needles.

"Does it feel like being pricked by needles?" Yang Chen asked.

"Yes!" Wang Guilan nodded.

"That’s normal; it’s starting to take effect," Yang Chen said, "Some silver needles are specifically used to stimulate pain. If an average person were pricked, they would definitely feel sharp pain. You’ve felt nothing until now; if treatment were delayed any longer, it’s possible your whole leg would become necrotic, leaving no choice but to amputate."

Upon hearing about amputation, Wang Guilan’s face turned pale with fear.

Although she was prepared for death, the thought of losing a leg deeply frightened her.

"What’s the situation now?" Wang Guilan asked.

Yang Chen said gently, "There’s still hope."

Wang Guilan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Chen started removing the silver needles that stimulated pain.

After half an hour, Yang Chen removed all the needles and massaged Wang Guilan’s calf.

After finishing, Yang Chen applied medicine to Wang Guilan’s foot and wrapped it with gauze, saying, "Your leg has started to ulcerate; let’s see how it looks tomorrow. If it doesn’t improve, we may need to remove the dead tissue."

"Remove it?" Li Wanwan became frightened at hearing this, "Will you cut it off abruptly?"

Yang Chen looked at Li Wanwan, "If not, Auntie’s entire foot would rot."

"But..." Li Wanwan was still afraid.

Wang Guilan stopped her, "Enough talk; we’ll follow Xiaochen’s lead."

She felt a refreshing sensation, as if her leg had regrown; she had never felt like this before, and completely believed in Yang Chen’s medical skills.

Yang Chen smiled and said, "You should rest!"

After speaking, Yang Chen packed his things and left the room.

Then, Yang Chen went to the kitchen to cook a meal.

Pushed until after eight, Yang Chen finally prepared a table full of dishes.

Seeing the table of food, Li Wanwan couldn’t control her emotions and began to cry.

"Why are you crying?" Chen Siyan quickly handed her a tissue.

Li Wanwan took the tissue and wiped her tears, saying, "We... haven’t had a meal like this for years!"

Since her mother fell ill, her father couldn’t cook, and she herself couldn’t make complex dishes. They never had such a sumptuous dinner.

Later, her father ran off with money, further exacerbating their situation.

Yang Chen heard this and felt discomfort in his heart.

These were his brother’s family. His brother had fought alongside him in numerous battles and ultimately sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Over the years, despite dangers and hardships abroad, he never lacked financially, nor lived so frugally.

However, his brother’s family had to endure such hardship.

Yang Chen felt deep remorse in his heart.

"Things will get better from now on," Wei Xueqing comforted Li Wanwan, "Since it’s been so long since you’ve had a meal like this, let’s hurry and taste it; Yang Chen’s cooking is very good."

Li Wanwan listened and smiled while nodding, "Mm!"

Li Wanwan took a bite of braised pork, and the long-lost aroma brought tears to her eyes again.

Throughout the meal, Li Wanwan cried five times.

Each time Li Wanwan cried, Yang Chen’s heart ached.

"Brother! I’ve let you down terribly!" Yang Chen said in his heart to his fallen brother.

After the meal, Li Wanwan rushed to clean the dishes.

When everything was done, it was nearly ten o’clock.

Li Wanwan wiped her hands and came out, looking at Yang Chen, "Brother Chen, where will you sleep tonight?"

Their house had three rooms in total: a living room, Wang Guilan’s room, and Li Wanwan’s room, leaving no spare rooms.

There were six people in Yang Chen’s group, including Li Wanwan, and the rooms were insufficient.

"It’s okay; we’ll make do with the floor," Yang Chen wasn’t picky about such things.

Villagers never lacked for quilts, all made with their own cotton.

Yang Chen laid some wooden boards in the room and placed a layer of quilts below, making it possible to get through the night.