After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

"What did you say?" Ye Guoliang looked up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, filled with shock and utter disbelief. "You say you can cure it? What can you use to cure it? You're a pampered young lady who's never even touched a hoe, what do you know about healing?"

"Mom, go boil some water, make sure it's boiling, the more the better." Ye Zhen ignored Ye Guoliang's questioning and directly gave instructions to the already distraught Li Cuifang, "Also find a bottle of the strongest liquor in the house, a sharpest knife, scissors, a needle and thread, and clean strips of cloth."

Her voice carried an unquestionable calmness and authority, making the flustered Li Cuifang instinctively want to obey.

"Are you crazy!" Ye Guoliang grabbed his wife and roared at Ye Zhen, "You're going to use a knife? Do you want to kill your brother? Let me tell you, Ye Zhen, if anything happens to your brother, I... I don't want you as my daughter anymore!"

Ye Zhen's eyes turned cold.

She didn't have much time and didn't have time to argue with this stubborn father.

"His temperature is now at least 39.5 degrees Celsius, and the stench of rotting flesh from his wounds is already emanating from them, which are signs of a severe infection. In another 24 hours, even if a miracle worker came, they could only prepare for the worst."

Ye Zhen spoke extremely fast and clearly, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Ye Guoliang's heart.

"Besides ordering amputation, what else did Dr. Wang in town say? Did he give my brother any anti-inflammatory medication? No. Because he simply couldn't handle this level of wound infection."

"I," she pointed to herself, her gaze sharp as a knife, "am the only one who can save him."

Ye Guoliang was speechless after hearing her words.

Although he didn't understand medicine, he knew that what his daughter said was pretty much true.

After Dr. Wang came, besides prescribing two painkillers, he told them to prepare for their funeral or spend a lot of money to have their limbs amputated in the county.

But he has no money!

Looking at her son, barely breathing, on the bed, and then at her daughter, who was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, Li Cuifang steeled her heart and gritted her teeth, saying, "Dad, let Zhenzhen give it a try! It's better than watching Acheng die!"

After saying that, she broke free from her husband's hand, turned around, and rushed into the kitchen to boil water.

Ye Guoliang slumped his hand away, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

Ten minutes later, everything was ready.

A basin of boiling water, a bottle of cheap Erguotou liquor, a gleaming kitchen knife, and a pair of rusty scissors.

Ye Zhen repeatedly boiled the kitchen knife and scissors in boiling water and then wiped them with strong liquor, performing the most rudimentary disinfection.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing two slender, fair arms.

Li Cuifang stared at the cleaver, still reeking of oil, her heart pounding: "Zhenzhen, this... will this work?"

"Mom, you go out first and stand guard at the door. Don't let anyone in." Ye Zhen's voice was completely calm.

A complete surgical plan had already been automatically generated in her mind.

Debridement, drainage, and suturing.

Despite the harsh environment and rudimentary equipment, the principles remained the same for her, a top surgeon who had performed tens of thousands of surgeries.

She took a deep breath, and her eyes instantly became focused and sharp.

The whole world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the bloody, mangled leg before my eyes.

She steadied Ye Cheng's calf with her left hand, and with her right hand gripping the heavy kitchen knife, she twisted her wrist and precisely sliced ​​open the scabbed wound.

Without anesthesia, Ye Cheng, who was unconscious, suddenly convulsed and let out a painful groan.

Hearing the noise, Li Cuifang outside the door felt her heart clench and almost rushed in.

Ye Zhen seemed not to hear, her hands as steady as if welded to the operating table.

The knife tip deftly twirled, precisely removing piece by piece the blackened, oozing, rotting flesh.

The movements were swift, precise, and ruthless, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.

After the rotten flesh was removed, the stark white bones underneath were revealed.

She washed the wound with strong liquor, and the intense stinging pain caused Ye Cheng's body to tremble violently.

Ye Zhen freed one hand and pressed hard on a certain acupoint on his leg with lightning speed, and Ye Cheng's trembling immediately lessened a lot.

Next comes the crucial process of drainage and closure.

Lacking a drainage tube, she used a small section of clean, treated bamboo tube instead.

Without sutures, she used ordinary sewing thread and a sewing needle to perform the most basic muscle layer suturing.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, soaking her temples.

But her eyes remained bright as stars, terrifyingly focused.

An hour later, when she finished bandaging the wound with the last clean strip of cloth, she was almost completely exhausted.

But looking at the wound that had been treated cleanly and was draining smoothly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His life was saved for the time being.

She pushed open the door, and the couple outside immediately surrounded her.

"How is it? Ah Cheng..."

"The fever will gradually subside; the next few days are crucial. Don't let him move around too much, and change the dressing on his wound every day," Ye Zhen instructed wearily.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open with a loud bang.

A middle-aged woman with a bloated figure and a shrill voice rushed in; she was Liu Fen, the original owner's second aunt.

"Brother and sister-in-law! I heard that Ye Zhen is back? And she brought a large sum of money with her?"

Liu Fen's eyes scanned the yard like radar, and when she saw the suitcase Ye Zhen had placed on the table, her eyes lit up.

She rushed over to grab it, saying, "I heard you're enjoying a life of luxury in the city. Now that something's happened at home, you, as the younger sister, should contribute something! Your brother needs money to treat his leg, and the family needs money for food. Let your second aunt keep this money for you!"

Mr. and Mrs. Ye were both shocked and furious: "Liu Fen, what are you doing! That's Zhenzhen's money!"

"What do you mean her money? Once it enters the Ye family's door, it becomes the Ye family's money!" Liu Fen was unreasonable, and she had already grabbed the luggage bag.

Ye Zhen had just undergone a high-intensity "surgery," and was at her mental and physical limit.

Upon seeing this woman throwing a tantrum, his eyes instantly turned icy.

She didn't get up, but just sat there, coldly watching Liu Fen.

Just as Liu Fen was about to pull the bag away, Ye Zhen flicked her wrist.

A flash of silver light!

"Whoosh—"

The kitchen knife, which she had just used and which still reeked of blood, flew out with a whooshing sound as it spun through the air.

"when!"

With a loud crash, the kitchen knife grazed Liu Fen's cheek and embedded itself firmly in the wooden door behind her.

The blade was still buzzing.

A streak of blood slowly seeped from Liu Fen's cheek.

She froze, still in the position of snatching the bag, her eyes wide open like saucers, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

The entire courtyard was deathly silent.

Ye Zhen slowly stood up and walked towards her step by step.

Her voice was like a cold wind from hell.

"You dare touch my things?"

"If you don't want your hands anymore, you can just say so."

"I'll chop it up for you."