Volume 1: Spirit Marriage Chapter 72: Mrs. Qian's Right Leg Surgery

  I directly refused Xiang Shijian, my surgical knife will not be shown to anyone. Xiang Shijian stared at me for a full five seconds, shrugged his shoulders, and spread out his hands: "Alright, I'd like to see how you, this inexperienced doctor without a medical license, can cure Mrs. Qian's leg injury!" I didn't pay attention to him and told Mr. Qian that if it was okay with him, we would leave first. Mr. Qian hastily said: "Please wait." He said the meal was ready and invited us to go eat.

  Zhang Yunhao said: "Mr. Qian is so enthusiastic, we'd better not disobey, let's go, Knife Brother." He pushed me and whispered: "Lele has been starving to death, if you say no at this time, she will blame you."

  Having no choice, I had to stay with them at Mr. Qian's house for dinner.

  After dinner, I saw that skipping class had become a foregone conclusion and no longer worried about it. Instead, I started worrying about Mrs. Qian's leg injury again, wondering if I should operate on her or not. Just then, Sheng Shi came over to me and said in a low voice, "Come here, let's talk." Seeing his strange expression, I couldn't help but wonder what this guy wanted to talk to me about.

  He walked over and said with a strange tone, "You're not simple, you actually know this move." I was confused and couldn't understand what he meant. Xiang Shi Chong coldly asked, "Are you really clueless or just pretending to be? Do you dare say that Mrs. Qian's illness has nothing to do with you?"

  "What does it have to do with me?" I was even more astonished.

  Xiang Shi glanced around and said slowly: "This illness, other doctors can't cure it, only you can. It's obvious what's going on here, even a fool would know."

  I was secretly shocked. Did this guy know the secret of the yin-yang knife? I asked in puzzlement: "What's going on? Can you explain it clearly?"

  Xiang Shi lit a cigarette, took a light puff, and closed his eyes slightly, looking intoxicated. After a while, he said: "Kid, you can't overdo this kind of thing. Know when to stop, or else, once someone finds out, or if you indulge too much, you'll regret it."

  I was completely bewildered and had no idea what he was saying. From his tone, it seemed like Mrs. Qian's illness was caused by me? Isn't this the same as Yu Daoist's accusation against me? I was getting anxious and irritated, and just about to lose my temper. Xiang Shi probably saw that I was on the verge of exploding and, fearing he would get burned, turned around and left.

  Upon entering the living room, Xiang Shicheng said to Mr. Qian, "Mrs. Qian's illness is extremely rare and strange, with only three or four cases in the world. As for those who can cure this disease, they can be counted on one hand." Mr. Qian's face grew increasingly somber as he listened, asking Xiang Shicheng who could cure his wife's illness. However, Xiang Shicheng stretched out his hand towards me and said, "He."

  I was taken aback, was he referring to me?

  "This guy is changing too fast, isn't he? At first, he said I didn't have a doctor's qualification certificate and intentionally harmed people. Now he says only I can cure this disease. What is he doing?"

  Mr. Qian firmly believed in what Xiang Shijie had said and stepped forward a few steps to ask me to treat his wife.

  Actually, I wanted to treat Mrs. Qian's illness from the bottom of my heart, but I didn't have enough confidence, mainly because this time when I operated on Mrs. Qian, she reacted too much, not only couldn't bear the severe pain, but also didn't recognize me and said I was going to kill her, which is completely different from her last time.

  I expressed my doubts, and Dr. Shi said it was easy to handle. He could give Mrs. Qian an anesthetic injection, and also have her take a sedative before the operation. However, there was one condition: when I operated on Mrs. Qian, he had to be present to supervise. He said this was also for Mrs. Qian's safety, as I wasn't a qualified doctor, and his guidance would reduce her pain.

  Mr. Qian nodded in agreement repeatedly.

  I know that Xiang Shizhong's intention was not in the wine, he was watching me perform surgery on his side, not to reduce Madame Qian's pain, but to see how I performed surgery on Madame Qian. His purpose is probably only two: one is to steal my skills, and the other is to see my yin-yang knife.

  So I flatly rejected him, saying that I could operate on his wife, but he had to agree to two conditions: one was to sign a contract with me, and the other was that Mr. Qian himself had to explain that it was he who asked me to operate on his wife, so as to avoid another case like Xiang Sheng's, where someone accused me of intentionally harming people; secondly, when I operated, no one was allowed to be present or sneak a peek.

  Xiang Shijie's face fell, and Mr. Qian looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness. Xiang Shijie was being aggressive, saying that without him by her side, no one would feel at ease with Mrs. Qian undergoing surgery, including Mr. Qian. I said firmly, "Either you trust me or you don't, but in any case, I must stick to my principles."

  Zhang Yunhao bluntly said that there are countless doctors who can give Mrs. Qian sedatives and anesthesia, but only I can perform surgery on her leg and cure it. As for what's more important, Mr. Qian can weigh it himself.

  Mr. Qian was indeed persuaded, and he agreed to follow my advice. Xi Shi's face turned red with anger, smoke seemed to be coming out of her seven orifices, and she was about to storm off, but Mr. Qian stopped her. After a lot of kind words, she finally reluctantly stayed behind, her face stern, saying that if things weren't done the way he said, he wouldn't take responsibility for any consequences!

  After signing the contract, Xiang Shi Chuan gave Qian Tai Tai a sedative and an anesthetic injection. After everyone left the room, I saw that Qian Tai Tai had fallen asleep, so I opened the iron box, took out the yin-yang knife, and first pressed down hard on that piece of black skin. Seeing that Qian Tai Tai did not react, I began to make the cut.

  Mrs. Qian was as thin as a rake, with only skin covering her bones on the back of her feet, so she had to be careful when cutting her toenails, or she would hurt her tendons, similar to peeling off skin.

  It's strange that the last time I had surgery on my left foot, the subcutaneous meat was bright red, but this time, it actually appeared to be rotting flesh, with white pus and a faint stench.

  How did this happen?

  I was so focused, I quickly got to work. My yin-yang knife was as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely sharp, making it easy to cut through with ease. Despite this, it still took me around ten minutes or more to completely cut off that piece of black skin. When faced with the rotting flesh underneath, I hesitated for a moment, just thinking about cutting it when my hand relaxed and the yin-yang knife fell to the ground.

  The knife was too cold, I had been holding it for too long and my hand had completely stiffened. I was afraid that for a moment or two I wouldn't be able to grip the hilt tightly, and blood from the wound immediately started flowing out. I quickly picked up the yin-yang knife with my left hand and put it in an iron box, which I then stuffed into my pocket. Only then did I hurry to open the door and say to Mr. Qian and Xiang Shi who were waiting outside: "The skin has been cut, go and disinfect and bandage quickly!"

  Mr. Qian rushed in eagerly, and Xiang Shi glanced at me, let out a soft hum, and followed him in.

  At this time, fresh blood had dyed Mrs. Qian's entire right foot red, and Mr. Qian hastily urged: "Xiang, quickly bandage my wife."

  Xiang Shi Chu quickly pulled out a piece of gauze and wiped away the fresh blood on the patient's heel. When he saw the uncut rotten flesh, he paused for a moment and asked me why I didn't cut it off together with the other rotten parts. I told him that this part was left for him to deal with. Xiang Shi Chu stood up and stared at me, asking if I was intentionally making things difficult for him. I said no, telling him to hurry up and make the incision, as the patient couldn't wait any longer. Xiang Shi Chu glared at me, then took out a scalpel and quickly scraped off the layer of rotten flesh. He used cotton balls to wipe away the blood and pus, disinfected the area, and swiftly bandaged the foot. The entire process was smooth and efficient, like a flowing stream. Although I didn't have a good impression of this guy, I couldn't help but secretly admire his skill.

  Qian Yi walked in, glanced at Mrs. Qian's right foot and asked Mr. Qian if the surgery was completed. Mr. Qian nodded and told him to prepare a thank-you banquet. Qian Yi turned around and left. Mr. Qian led us into the living room, handed me a check for 100,000 yuan, expressed his gratitude and told me not to turn off my phone in case he needed something urgently. Zhang Junhao took the check, smiled and said: "Of course, a doctor like Knife Brother should always have their phone on 24 hours a day."

  Xiang Shijie said that if it wasn't for his business, he would have taken his leave first. Mr. Qian naturally invited him to stay, and coincidentally, Qian Yi also walked in and said that a thank-you banquet had been prepared for us at the Huatian Hotel, and we must attend.

  It's hard to refuse such kindness.

  After dinner, it's already dark.

  Qian Yi said he would send us back, we politely declined and got into Zhang Yunhao's off-road vehicle. After driving for about ten minutes, Zhang Yunhao looked in the rearview mirror several times and said someone was following us, but it was just a taxi. I asked Zhang Yunhao to slow down, wanting to see who the person following us was, but unexpectedly, as soon as our car slowed down, the other party also slowed down, keeping a distance of seven or eight meters from us.

  A river named Huaxi divides the city into two parts, with the Huatian Hotel on the east bank and us on the west. As we were crossing the big bridge over the Huaxi River, a large truck appeared behind us, and another one was approaching from the front. I was just about to ask Zhang Yunhao to speed up and shake off the taxi behind us when suddenly those two trucks lost control and rushed towards us.