Chapter 57 She Can Make Amputees Walk Again

Chapter 57: She Can Make an Amputee Stand Up

Ji Yuntang had athlete's foot medicine in her space hospital, but she still planned to see if other old doctors could treat it first; if not, she would find a way to bring it out.

Soon, an old doctor in a blue cloth gown walked over. He first had the man remove his shoes and socks, took one look at the dirty, blackened feet, and nearly fainted from the stench.

The smell was too strong—how many days had it been since he last washed his feet?

The old doctor immediately scowled and said, "This foot disease is contagious. If you don't keep yourself clean, don't wash your feet, and don't change your socks and shoes, you're prone to infection. Sharing shoes with family members also spreads it. It's all caused by poor hygiene habits."

"When you go back, soak your feet in hot water with Sichuan peppercorns and salt every night, then steam them with willow leaves at least three times a day. I'll also prescribe a herbal remedy for you to boil and drink; it should improve within half a month."

"Remember, you must practice good hygiene from now on, wash your feet frequently, and don't take these issues lightly. If you get sick, it's you who suffers."

After the old doctor spoke in a measured tone, everyone present exclaimed, "Great! Well said! Doctor Li's medical skills are truly brilliant."

Luo Jingshen's gloomy expression lifted, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

He had thought Ji Yuntang would steal the show again, but it seemed that wasn't necessary now.

This Doctor Li spoke with conviction, and none of the other doctors present refuted his prescription, proving it was correct. That was enough.

Luo Sinian felt a bit disappointed. He had been waiting for Ji Yuntang to surprise him, but this time she hadn't even said a word.

Could Luo Junhe's numb feet be cured somehow?

Ji Qingqing and Ji Qingfeng were also happy. At least Ji Yuntang hadn't stolen the show again.

Otherwise, they'd inevitably get mocked by Xie Liuzheng later.

Ji Qingfeng curled his lip in disdain. He knew Ji Yuntang could only use petty tricks to treat minor ailments; when it came to real medicine, she was completely useless.

However, what bugged Ji Qingfeng was that Ji Yuntang still made it to the second round.

The second round of the competition involved two patients.

A servant pushed out a wooden wheelchair, carrying a sickly man dressed in black. He was in his thirties, unshaven, with his head drooping, showing no signs of life or energy.

Ji Yuntang knew that expression all too well—it was the look of someone who had lost all hope in life. This man likely wished for death.

Just then, the servant behind the man said, "Honorable officials and esteemed doctors, our Second Master was originally a bodyguard (armed escort), traveling far and wide delivering goods. But two years ago, his team had an accident at Jiagu Pass, encountering bandits robbing people on the mountain. To protect the others, the Second Master fell off a hundred-meter-high cliff with his carriage. When he was found, he was barely alive."

"Our master spent half of his life savings to pull the Second Master back from death's door, but his right leg was shattered beyond recognition, and his bones were crushed. The doctor said that to save his life, they had to amputate the leg, meaning the Second Master could only live in a wheelchair, needing help with everything from eating to using the toilet."

"Since then, our Second Master has ended up like this..."

The servant's voice choked up as he talked. He rolled up the man's robe, revealing an empty pant leg.

"Please, respected doctors, help our Second Master. He's still young, and at home, his eighty-year-old parents cry their eyes out every day. If he can never stand again, his life will be completely dark."

After the servant finished crying, a doctor immediately frowned and asked, "How do you expect us to help? We're doctors, not gods. His leg is gone—how can it be treated?"

Others nodded along: "Exactly, this is unreasonable. In all my years, I've never heard of a severed leg being reattached, let alone one cut off two years ago. That leg has probably rotted and grown maggots by now. We can't just cut off someone else's leg and attach it to him—that's impossible. This disease truly seems incurable, even for a god."

The man in the wheelchair, who had seemed lifeless, suddenly lifted his head. His bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears. He tried to stand but crashed to the ground, then began repeatedly banging his head against the floor, quickly staining it red with blood.

"Let me die, let me die! What's the point of living like this? My leg's gone, I'll never stand again, my life's over!"

"Please, just kill me! I don't want to live anymore—I'm in too much pain."

The tough man was now sobbing, desperate to die, as if living had become the greatest torment. His plight moved many of the doctors.

But it was only sympathy.

Because they knew that a man who had lost his leg was beyond treatment.

Luo Sinian clenched his fists, trying to hold back his inner pain. At that moment, he thought of Luo Junhe lying in bed.

Had his third brother suffered even more than this man all these years?

How had he gotten through those days and nights lying still in bed?

Had he, like this man, cried every night or wished he were dead?

Luo Sinian felt a sense of helplessness he'd never known before.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything, not even share Luo Junhe's pain.

Just then, a voice shocked everyone.

"What if I told you I could help you stand? Would you have the guts to keep living?"

The man stopped banging his head and looked up in disbelief at the woman in white in front of him.

Ignoring the blood on his face, he asked in a shaky voice, "You... what did you just say?"

Ji Yuntang spoke gently as she repeated, "I said I have a way to help you stand up again, to walk like a normal person. Would you be willing to trust me?"

The man's eyes went wide.

So he hadn't misheard—this young woman said she could help him stand up.

But how could he stand without a leg?

Thinking this, he hung his head in despair, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Miss, I know you want to help me, but I know I have no hope. My leg was cut off two years ago; I'll never stand again. But I still cling to a shred of hope."

"The reason I came to this medical competition today is to let these famous doctors shatter the last bit of fantasy in my mind. I've been dreaming for two years, and now it's time to wake up."

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