Chapter 154: I Can Heal Your Leg

Although Su Ruo was very tired, she only slept a few hours before waking startled from her dream.

The first thing Su Ruo did after waking was to check Song Jingyu's condition, and only after confirming he was fine did she relax.

At the same time, a notification sounded in Su Ruo's mind that the system had credited ten thousand points, and she felt a little relieved, feeling her efforts were not in vain.

Song Jingyu lay unconscious in bed for three full days before waking; upon waking he immediately looked around warily, only relaxing when he saw Su Ruo.

Song Jingyu looked at Su Ruo and said, "Thank you."

Although he had fallen into a coma, he still retained a vague impression of the scene where Su Ruo saved him.

Si Yannian at once said, "Do you have any idea how dangerous you were? My sister paid a great price to save you, wasting so many precious medicinal ingredients—do you think a single thank‑you is enough? Where in the world is there such a cheap deal?"

Song Jingyu felt a bit embarrassed: "I have no money, but if Miss Su ever needs anything, I will certainly not shirk from death."

Only then did Si Yannian feel satisfied; he could tell Song Jingyu's background was not simple, and that promise was enough.

As for money, Si Yannian said it wasn't needed; if Su Ruo wanted money, he could simply pile banknotes to fill the whole room.

But Song Jingyu, at a glance, was no ordinary pond‑dweller; his promise was far more valuable than money.

Although Su Ruo had saved Song Jingyu without ever thinking of repayment, she knew Si Yannian meant well, so she did not stop him.

Seeing the two finish their verbal sparring, Su Ruo then said, "He's just sharp‑tongued, but not a bad person; moreover, that day to save you he drew a lot of blood—otherwise, relying only on myself, I couldn't have saved you."

"Thank you," Song Jingyu thanked both Si Yannian and Si Yannian, but Si Yannian snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to thank me; if it weren't for Ruo Ruo, I wouldn't bother with you at all—whether you live or die is none of my business. Remember, this life was saved by my sister."

Because of Si Yannian's sharp tongue, the atmosphere fell silent again.

In the following days, whether due to the medicine given by his master or his own inherently strong constitution, Song Jingyu recovered quickly.

After Song Jingyu's injury stabilized, Su Ruo kept holding a piece of bone that had been amputated from the injured Wolf King's leg.

While at Da Qing Shan, Su Ruo had wanted to heal Song Jingyu's injured leg, but she could not find a suitable meniscus; now she discovered this piece of bone was very suitable.

Moreover, after this period of training, Su Ruo's medical skill had improved greatly; she felt she could try to operate on Song Jingyu to see if she could successfully heal his leg.

Su Ruo told Song Jingyu this idea, and without hiding anything she directly told him that the success rate of the surgery was only sixty percent.

If the surgery failed or he did not recover well afterward, his leg might become even more lame.

Upon hearing Su Ruo's words, Song Jingyu's originally deep and restrained eyes instantly brightened.

Originally, if his leg had not been injured, Song Jingyu would not have left his most beloved unit.

If it were not for his injured leg affecting his movement, that day he would not have been exposed, nor would he have been struck with serious injury.

All of this, all of it, is because of his injured leg...

Song Jingyu never regrets sacrificing himself for the country, but he dreams of returning to the military camp to fight side by side with his former comrades.

Now Su Ruo says she can help heal his leg; even if there is only a one‑in‑ten‑thousand chance, he will try.

"You really can… heal my leg…"

Although Song Jingyu was trying hard to control himself, because he was too excited he instinctively grabbed Su Ruo's hand.

But Si Yannian beside him slapped it away directly.

Si Yannian said displeasedly, "Just talk, don't get handsy."

He had long disliked this brat, and today he dared, right in front of him, to touch his sister's hand—how could Si Yannian tolerate that?

"Sorry, I was rude," Song Jingyu also realized, discovering his own impropriety.

"It's fine," Su Ruo shook her head to indicate she was okay; she knew that someone like Song Jingyu, with ideals and ambitions, would suffer a huge blow from a leg injury, and she understood his current agitation, not feeling it was a big deal.

But Si Yannian beside her said dissatisfiedly, "How can it be fine? A girl's hand—how can just anyone touch it? Little sister, you're young and don't know, but some scoundrels are best at sweet‑talking girls to take advantage."

After speaking, Si Yannian took out a clean white handkerchief and carefully wiped Su Ruo's hand, as if there were something dirty on Song Jingyu's hand.

Su Ruo was really speechless; if it weren't for the fact that this guy had donated so much blood the past few days, nearly going into shock, she would have already kicked him out.

Su Ruo, turning a blind eye, continued to Song Jingyu: "Think about it; if you decide to have the surgery, I'll prepare these few days."

Song Jingyu had not a trace of hesitation, saying, "No need to consider; I agree to undergo the surgery and am willing to bear all consequences should it fail, Doctor Su—you needn't bear any psychological burden; whatever the outcome, I can accept it."

Si Yannian immediately said, "Not acceptable—what else do you want? My sister kindly saved you, and now you want to extort her?"

Su Ruo could bear it no longer and roared, "Si, Yannian, shut your mouth!"

Si Yannian sensed his sister's true anger this time, fell silent at once, looked at Su Ruo with a wronged expression, and still did not forget to glare ferociously at Song Jingyu.

If the aristocratic youths in the compound saw the formidable Eldest Young Master Si being cowed by a little girl, they'd probably be shocked enough to drop their jaws.

Su Ruo no longer paid attention to Si Yannian, but said to Song Jingyu, "Since you've made up your mind, I'll prepare; the day after tomorrow we should be able to perform the surgery."

However, your injury is severe, and the leg wound has persisted this long, making it difficult to treat; if we use anesthetic, it might affect the surgical outcome, but if we don't, you may suffer some pain.

Song Jingyu said with firm eyes, "It's fine, Doctor Su—go ahead, I don't need anesthetic and can endure it."

"Good!" Actually Su Ruo had already guessed Song Jingyu's choice; she was never one to procrastinate, so upon hearing it she did not dissuade him and immediately began preparations.

This was the most difficult surgery Su Ruo had ever performed since becoming a doctor, and she felt both excited and thrilled inside.

Two days later, everything was ready; Su Ruo took out a towel and handed it to Song Jingyu, saying, "Bite on this; if you really can't bear it, tell me and I'll give you anesthetic."

Song Jingyu nodded solemnly, then placed the towel in his mouth.

Su Ruo reduced Song Jingyu's injury, because after his initial wound treatment was delayed, the bones of his injured leg had become misaligned.

To heal him, Su Ruo knew she had to break the injured leg and then reset the bones.

At that moment, Su Ruo picked up a thick wooden stick the size of an arm, found the spot, and struck Song Jingyu's leg heavily.

Seeing Su Ruo bring the stick down, Si Yannian instantly heard the sound of bones breaking; Song Jingyu immediately clenched his hands in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Si Yannian merely imagined it and knew how painful it was, and involuntarily felt some sympathy for Song Jingyu.

He thought to himself, "Is my sister being a bit too violent?"

But what Si Yannian did not know was that this was only the beginning; after watching the whole surgery, his fantasy of his sister as a little princess would be completely shattered.