I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

After removing the membrane, we took it back to Professor Dong's office. The next step was to pour the concrete and then mold it.

Professor Dong did not go back; he waited for Yang Zheng to return.

He couldn't show his face, but since he had promised Yang Zheng to help him get things done through connections, he had to be responsible. If the model Yang Zheng took wasn't good enough, he would have to point out the mistakes and make corrections.

However, when Professor Dong saw Yang Zheng's model, he was stunned: "Yang Zheng, could there really be geniuses in the world?"

Yang Zheng blushed and said, "I took the mold according to the method my master taught me. I had to pinch out the lines at the joints. As the patient moves, the lines will also smooth out, making the patient feel much more natural."

"Master, Master, which master are you talking about? I never taught you."

Professor Dong was furious that his protégé, whom he had high hopes for, was still preoccupied with his former master.

"I……"

"From now on, just call him Master Chen. Stop calling him 'Master' all the time. Why are you two grown men showing off like this?"

"I...I understand, Master Dong." Yang Zheng was sweating profusely.

"Yang Zheng, your emotional intelligence is too low. I made you call Chen Yan 'Master Chen' so that I could distinguish which 'Master' you're referring to." Professor Dong was a scholar and loved to be jealous.

"Okay, Master."

Professor Dong finally felt relieved and said with a smile, "This set of molds cannot be made without eight to ten years of craftsmanship."

"The biggest failure of my master and me was in taking molds; they always broke or were uneven."

"That's due to uneven heating."

He quickly stopped himself and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I...I and Master Chen..."

"He's not a professional, after all. If you follow me, you'll be able to successfully fire the mold on your first try. It's too late tonight, and there are no buses back, so you can sleep in the office and catch the first bus back to school tomorrow. Come early tonight."

Professor Dong placed the prosthetic limb model on the workbench, and then took out a military bed and a blanket.

"It's not cold at night, so let's just make do with this."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Hmm, go to sleep," Professor Dong said coldly, then turned around and beamed with joy.

Yang Zheng is very intelligent, well-mannered, and down-to-earth. He is the kind of disciple every master dreams of, but he himself is unaware of it.

Yang Zheng was very puzzled. Why would someone fight over the title of master so fiercely? In his heart, Chen Yan also held the most important position.

On the other side, Luo Meiyun got ten boxes of anti-itch pills and rushed to Chen Yan's ward as if it were her lifeline, causing another chaotic scene.

"It itches! Get me a knife, I need to cut off that piece of flesh. Chunxiu, please scratch it for me, please!"

He Chunxiu pleaded tearfully, "Old Chen, you can't scratch it! It'll itch if you do. Just bear with it. Dr. Luo is going to get the medicine."

"Kill me, I don't want to live anymore, this is worse than death... Chunxiu, help me, kill me..."

Chen Yan shouted and roared, his whole body feeling as if countless giant ants were devouring his flesh and will.

"The medicine is here, the medicine is here..."

Luo Meiyun took a pill, put it into Chen Yan's mouth, and swallowed it with trembling hands without even needing water.

"Dr. Luo, I feel terrible, so terrible..."

The medicine hadn't taken effect yet. Chen Yan looked helplessly at Luo Meiyun, his cloudy tears streaming down his face. He wasn't a hero, nor was he a level-eight fitter; he was just a child who had suffered countless injustices.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not refilling the medication in time. I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine soon."

Luo Meiyun was also in tears. She had encountered this helpless scene twice before, and both times it was with her closest relatives.

Slowly, slowly, Chen Yan stopped struggling; the itching stopped.

Luo Meiyun instructed He Chunxiu to feed him water and some food.

Only those who have experienced it know that that one pill was a life-saving elixir.

Zhong Yao, Lu Kai, and Liu Li, covered in sweat, released Chen Yan, and everything returned to calm.

For burn patients, the most painful part is the removal of dead skin and the growth of new flesh, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

This process is very long, and even after skin grafting, the itching will still be unbearable.

In any case, Luo Meiyun could not allow Chen Yan to stop taking his medication.

The ward returned to peace. Chen Yan slept soundly, ate a bowl of rice soaked in meat broth, and his complexion became rosy.

Removing the scabs and changing the dressings was very painful, but Chen Yan didn't react at all; he even felt that life was pretty good.

The burn unit is legitimately named as such, as all the patients there are burn patients.

Of course, none of the burns suffered by the general practitioners were as severe as those suffered by Chen Yan.

After half a month of recuperation, with the meticulous care of a professional team, Chen Yan's wounds have mostly scabbed over, and he is now able to get out of bed and move around.

I hadn't gone two steps down the corridor when a heart-wrenching scream came from the next room: "Doctor, it itches! Help me!"

Without hesitation, Chen Yan walked into the ward where the crying was taking place, stood beside the patient's bed, and said, "What are you yelling about? Are you in more serious condition than me? I'm not even yelling. Your wounds are hardly burns."

A monster, its body covered in scabs and with new flesh not fully grown, stood beside the hospital bed. The crying patient was already frozen in terror: "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

"Of course it's a person. Look, my wounds are healing. Even when it's itchiest, I don't scream."

The crying patient felt that Chen Yan's words made sense, but he was really itchy.

I can't shout, it's too embarrassing, I can't help it, I can't help it...

He Chunxiu pulled Chen Yan and said, "Let's go back, don't cause trouble for the doctors and nurses."

"How am I causing trouble? I'm giving him courage."

Chen Yan said with dissatisfaction that he wished he could go to every ward and show off.

"Come on, if it weren't for Dr. Luo getting you imported medicine, you'd be making a huge fuss."

"Silly woman, how could you talk nonsense about medicine?"

Chen Yan hurriedly pulled He Chunxiu outside the ward: "If others find out, they'll all have to ask Dr. Luo for the medicine. There's only so much medicine. If you give it to others, do you want me to itch to death?"

"I just can't stand seeing you show off." He Chunxiu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You need to have the capital to show off. Who told me to take on such a good apprentice?" Chen Yan raised his head proudly.

"That's right, Yang Zheng is such a good kid. Your medicine was earned by making prosthetics for others. Besides attending classes, Yang Zheng worked overtime at night to make prosthetics for others. That kid has it tough."

"Yes, good apprentice. Even your own son wouldn't be this good. When he returns to the factory, I'll teach him more steelmaking techniques. That way, our time as master and apprentice won't have been in vain."

"Go back to your ward, stop showing off."

On his way back to the ward, Chen Yan saw Luo Meiyun coming down to make her rounds and greeted her with a smile: "Dr. Luo, you're getting more and more beautiful."

Luo Meiyun smiled and said, "Master Chen, you're getting better and better at praising people."

"Dr. Luo is a fairy, the most beautiful fairy."

"Alright, please take Mr. Chen back to his ward. He can walk around, but he shouldn't overexert himself. You're recovering well. We'll schedule your first skin graft surgery next week."

"Dr. Luo, could you operate on my hand first? I'm getting old, and it doesn't matter if my face is ugly, it's my hands that matter. I have to work. Even if I can no longer work on steel, making a prosthesis for Yang Zheng is a contribution."

"Okay, let's do the hand surgery first. Speaking of prosthetics, it's a promising skill, but only a handful of people can actually use them. The patient Yang Zheng helped make a prosthesis for was the county party secretary, and even he couldn't get on the waiting list."

"It seems that I, Old Chen, am not a useless person after all, and still have value."

"It is very valuable."