Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

"Fine, fine, fine, you're all talk. We'll do as you say. If it really heals, I'll sign the papers backwards from now on!" Director Liu was furious. He had been treating injuries for decades and was the most skilled surgeon in the entire military region. He had never heard of an injury like this that didn't require amputation!

At this moment, Zhou Yanshen and several other wounded comrades were in the ward. Because his injuries were the most serious, a lot of doctors had gathered there, and even Chen Yuchun was sent over to treat their injuries.

Chen Yuchun looked at them with a complicated expression.

When Zhou Yanshen and the others were first brought here, she was somewhat gloating. But when she heard the chief doctor say that Zhou Yanshen was going to have both legs amputated, she felt a strange sense of vengeful pleasure and loss.

She didn't expect Zhou Yanshen to be seriously injured so quickly. She was glad that she wasn't with Zhou Yanshen at the time. So what if Zhou Yanshen was promoted to deputy division commander?

But when Chen Yuchun heard that Zhou Yanshen had made a great contribution, which meant he was guaranteed a promotion to division commander, and that the higher-ups might even promote him to army commander within six months, Chen Yuchun began to feel sorry for him.

In six months, this handsome and capable man will have the same position as her father. In fact, according to what the military region leader just said, even if his legs are amputated, he will still be groomed as the successor to the next military region leader.

She was filled with envy, jealousy, and regret...

"If I marry him, even if he has no legs, he will eventually become the most powerful man in the military region."

However, Zhou Yanshen refused to give in and insisted on waiting for his lover to arrive.

Chen Yuchun snorted, her eyes filled with a complex mix of jealousy and regret.

Meanwhile, while Zhou Yanshen was speaking, Su Wanqing had already taken out a row of silver needles.

She looked down to examine Zhou Yanshen's leg—a shrapnel wound, extensive muscle necrosis, protruding bone fragments, and dark blood seeping from the severed blood vessels.

"I'll use silver needles to seal the acupoints and stop the bleeding first." She quickly inserted the needles, and the bleeding visibly slowed down.

Director Liu panicked and grabbed Su Wanqing: "Director Su, with this kind of extensive tissue necrosis, once the major blood vessels are severed, the blood supply to the distal parts will be cut off. Ligating the blood vessels won't save the limb, but not ligating them won't control the infection. We're in a dilemma, and amputation is the only option. If you hesitate any longer, the infection will spread throughout your body and you'll die!"

Su Wanqing didn't stop, explaining steadily, "My approach isn't to ligate the blood vessels, but rather to first control the bleeding with acupuncture, and then rebuild the blood supply through vascular anastomosis and nerve repair. It's not about cutting it off, but about repairing it."

Director Liu was stunned.

In the 1950s and 60s, microsurgical anastomosis techniques relied heavily on surgical microscopes. On the battlefield, conditions were rudimentary, and microsurgery did not become widespread in China until the late 1970s. Without a microscope, suturing blood vessels as thin as hair had a very low success rate, and amputation was often the better option to save a life.

Zhou Yanshen's injury was to a major blood vessel, and the blood clot had blocked the blood flow.

But Su Wanqing did something else entirely.

She first precisely blocked the blood supply with silver needles, then cleaned away the necrotic tissue layer by layer, exposing the healthy underlying tissue. Next, she bent down close to the severed end of the blood vessel and, using a needle holder with micro-sutures—these sutures were as fine as a hair—sewed the two ends together stitch by stitch. After the anastomosis, the blood flow immediately resumed.

Director Liu's breath hitched.

Next, she inserted several Kirschner wires and intramedullary nails into the fracture site, providing secure fixation without disrupting blood supply. Finally, she administered an enhanced version of Lingquan (a traditional Chinese medicine) around the blood vessels.

After the whole process was over, she clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's do another blood test. The indicators should be stable now, and this injury should heal in about two weeks."

With a loud thud, Director Liu plopped down on the ground, pounding his fist on the floor. "It's all my fault! I've ruined them all! Over the years, I've amputated the legs and arms of so many seriously wounded soldiers!"

Su Wanqing took off her gloves and patted him on the shoulder: "The technique I used was also newly learned. Before, we didn't have microscopic instruments or suitable sutures. That decision back then wasn't your fault."

Whispers arose from those around him: "This Director Su is really amazing; he managed to save his leg even with such a serious injury."

"And there's no need to amputate the leg. In the past, all shrapnel wounds in the United States required amputation."

Dean Li applauded Su Wanqing excitedly: "Comrade Su, thank you! You've brought us another new technology. Not only did it save Comrade Zhou Yanshen, but now we can also handle similar injuries in the future!"

Deputy Commander Zhao looked at Su Wanqing, came over and grasped her hand, saying repeatedly, "Comrade Su, you are truly our great hero! It's good that you don't have to have your leg amputated. From now on, Comrade Zhou Yanshen will be a hero with his leg intact. This is so important!"

Su Wanqing smiled slightly: "Zhou Yanshen is my lover, so I will definitely do my best. I'm also very happy that he's doing well."

Zhou Yanshen's lips curled up slightly. Although he was seriously injured, he was overjoyed to hear everyone around him praising his wife. He felt that it was all worth it, no matter how badly he was injured, to be praised by everyone for his wife.

The entire hospital was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Only Chen Yuchun clenched his fists, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Zhou Yanshen's leg is saved, his future is limitless, he's the youngest division commander, he'll be promoted to army commander within six months, and he's good-looking... She can't marry someone like that!

"I'd rather have a broken leg; maybe then I could still marry him..."

Everything's settled here. We've moved Zhou Yanshen to a private room. The hospital director came personally and handed Zhou Yanshen's prescription to Su Wanqing.

When Su Wanqing took a look, she saw that Liu Guoxian's name was signed upside down in large letters...

Su Wanqing chuckled.

The dean said, "Director Liu said he almost caused the hero to have his legs amputated, and he's too ashamed to see you again. But he promised you that from now on, his name will be written backwards on his prescriptions. Xiao Su, since Old Liu has admitted his mistake, I think we should leave it at that?"

Su Wanqing nodded: "I understand Director Liu and I don't blame him." He is a man of his word.

The dean then breathed a sigh of relief and left.

Zhou Yanshen lay in bed, having just had his blood drawn; all his indicators were almost normal. Seeing that everything was alright, Deputy Commander Zhao told Zhou Yanshen to rest and recover.

Seeing how tired he was, I said, "Your operation last night was risky, but it went very well. You haven't slept for two days, so now you can rest a bit. I won't disturb you. The rewards will be given later, so I'll go take care of that fighter jet now."

Zhou Yanshen nodded politely in agreement.

Seeing that Deputy Commander Zhao was about to leave, Su Wanqing quickly called out, "By the way, Deputy Commander Zhao, I mentioned before that if we capture any fighter jets, could I go and collect some data on my own? I only need to collect information."

Deputy Commander Zhao readily agreed: "No problem. We're still packing up the transport, and the situation remains far from optimistic. Our radar showed over two hundred American fighter jets last night, but Comrade Zhou Yanshen is suspicious because the landing site on that island isn't that big; it's impossible for them to have that many aircraft. Besides, the US only has a few dozen of these jets themselves, so he directly requested permission to lead a reconnaissance team up there..."