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After three months, Guo Qingyuan's prosthetic leg was completed.

For the past three months, Yang Zheng has been attending classes during the day and going to Professor Dong's office at night to make molds. On Sundays, he helps Guo Qingyuan put on mold covers and adjusts the size and comfort.

For three months, Yang Zheng didn't sleep in once, or even sleep in his dormitory once. Professor Dong's office became his dormitory.

Finally, Guo Qingyuan put on a prosthetic leg with a high degree of freedom, and he happily walked around the guesthouse.

"Yang Zheng, look, he's very agile."

"Oh no, I'm going to fall! Jingmin, help me up!"

"Okay, okay, it's stable, it's stable."

Guo Qingyuan practiced walking diligently.

Walking is something even a three-year-old child can do, but they lost their legs in an accident and can no longer stand up.

Prosthetics will be the light that gives these disabled people renewed hope.

Yang Zheng is the creator of light.

Seeing Guo Qingyuan so excited, like a child, Yang Zheng was also very happy.

At that moment, he understood Professor Dong's words: "Give your all, even if you don't earn a penny, and you'll feel incredibly proud when you see the patient stand up."

This is a glory that transcends money and power; the prosthetist is a god who transcends the mundane.

Zhou Wenhui once said that those who serve their country and its people are heroes.

In the hearts of people with disabilities, Yang Zheng and Professor Dong are heroes.

"County Chief Guo, you still need to practice walking. When you get back, walk slowly and practice more. Don't walk on muddy or rugged places. If you go to the countryside, it's best to bring a cane. If you don't control it well, your body will tilt." Yang Zheng carefully instructed.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Yang Zheng. You have not only given me hope, but also hope for our Nanshan County. When I return, I will follow in the footsteps of your Tonggang County, distribute land to households, and plant apple trees. If the higher-ups question us, I, as the county magistrate, will bear all the consequences."

Reform is an economic battlefield, and Guo Qingyuan is full of energy to meet this great battle.

"County Chief Guo, it is a blessing for the people of Nanshan County to have such a good leader as you."

Yang Zheng came from the countryside, and he knew what a good leader meant.

Dashui Village raises pigs, sheep and rabbits, grows potatoes and watermelons, and Minister Zhou even sent 10,000 tea seedlings, all because of a good leader.

Father wrote a letter, a very long one, his joy and excitement seemed endless.

"Yang Zheng, calculate the cost of the materials and labor for the prosthesis. I brought cash with me."

Guo Qingyuan is going back. He has been in Shanghai for three months and is eager to return home.

"County Chief Guo, the plaster, resin, and other miscellaneous materials you used totaled 638.42 yuan. Here is the list of materials, please take a look."

Yang Zheng handed the list he had prepared to Guo Qingyuan.

"638?"

Guo Qingyuan looked at Yang Zheng with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed: "How could it only cost 638 yuan? I heard that the cheapest prosthetic limb costs more than two thousand yuan."

Yang Zheng chuckled: "I promised Dr. Luo I'd do it for you, and I'd only charge for the materials. If you went through the proper channels and got it approved by the government, it would probably cost over three thousand. Besides the labor cost for making the prosthesis, the government also takes a cut for the tools. I'm using my master's office, which is fully equipped with all the tools, and some materials—I even used scraps that my master had saved up."

"No, no, Yang Zheng, I need to pay you for your work. You didn't make this prosthesis in just a day or two, it took three months. I'll give you and your master a thousand yuan for your work."

"No need, County Chief Guo. Since you didn't pass the national review, the prosthesis is entirely out-of-pocket. Although these three months have been tough, they have also honed my skills. My mentor said that I am fully capable of making a prosthesis independently now."

"Yang Zheng, thank you, thank you, Master."

Guo Qingyuan was deeply moved. As a poor county magistrate, he only had a fixed salary. When he went to the countryside and encountered special families, he would always give them some money. He did not have much savings.

I borrowed money from all over the place to come to Shanghai this time, and I borrowed three thousand yuan.

Now, after deducting the cost of food and drink and taking back a prosthetic leg, there is still about two thousand yuan left, which is incredible.

"If we're going to thank someone, we have to thank the leaders of the military hospital. They saved Master Chen Yan's life. Without the anti-itch pills, he probably wouldn't have made it."

"Is this Master Chen Yan also your master?"

Guo Qingyuan knew that his opportunity to get a prosthetic limb was obtained by his old classmate in the military region in exchange for anti-itch pills.

"Yes, I worked in Huailin City for over a year, and Chen Yan was my first mentor. He treated me like a son. He suffered extensive burns all over his body while trying to save state property. During his treatment, he was in agony from the itching, but it was the anti-itch pills from the military region leaders that saved him. Master Chen Yan has recovered very well and is now recuperating at home."

Yang Zheng couldn't help but laugh. As long as it could reduce his master's pain, what did three months of hardship matter?

"Yang Zheng, you are a rare find among young people. Study hard, and your future will be much brighter than this old man's. I will remember your great kindness. If you have the chance to go to Nanshan, come find me in the county committee's residential area. If you encounter any difficulties, I, Guo Qingyuan, will definitely do my best to help you."

Guo Qingyuan made a serious promise.

"Okay, I'll visit you in Nanshan when I have the chance. County Chief Guo, I wish you a safe journey."

Guo Qingyuan insisted on giving him an extra two hundred yuan, saying that he should treat him and Professor Dong to a meal as a token of his gratitude.

Because I was in a hurry to get home, the two hundred yuan was for food.

Having come this far, Yang Zheng had no choice but to accept it.

After saying goodbye to Guo Qingyuan, Yang Zheng took the money and went to Professor Dong's office.

"The person is gone?" Professor Dong was carefully sculpting a model of the photograph.

"It's been three months. County Chief Guo has been anxious for a long time, worried about Nanshan County. Master, he gave me an extra two hundred yuan, insisting on giving it to me, saying that he should personally treat you to a meal and that he needed to rush back, so the two hundred yuan was to thank you."

Yang Zheng handed all the money to Professor Dong; it was all ten-yuan notes, a thick stack of them.

"Hmph, are you thanking me or thanking yourself? Leave the money for the materials, take the two hundred yuan, you can eat it if you want, I'm not eating it."

"Master, it was given to you, not your guidance. How could I possibly make such a perfect prosthesis? It's even more flexible and comfortable than my brother-in-law's prosthesis."

"I'm your mentor, so it's my duty to guide you. You're the one who's putting in all the hard work. You only make thirty-five yuan a month, which is pretty meager in Shanghai. It probably isn't even enough to afford a girlfriend. Hey, Yang Zheng, why don't you find a girlfriend? There are plenty of pretty girls at university."

Yang Zheng blushed and muttered, "Do you think I have time for dating?"

"That's true. In that case, Yang Zheng, you can have this prosthetic leg. Summer vacation is coming soon, and you'll have more time to make me a prosthetic leg."

After Professor Dong finished speaking, he handed the photos to Yang Zheng: "This patient will be arriving in Shanghai next week. You will be in charge of everything, including taking the mold, refining the mold, and making the new mold."

"yes!"

Professor Dong took the money for the materials and handed the extra money to Yang Zheng: "Let's go, let's treat our master to a meal."

"Master..."

"Don't be so coy like a woman. Your master gets a salary, and it's not low. There's no need to squeeze you for your hard work."

"Alright then, Master, how about we call Lu Han along?"

"OK."