sbdcsierra Chapter 707 I do
Chapter 707 I do
Saying these words could cost her her life.
But the girl still took out these things that could cost her her life without hesitation.
Lu Yangyang looked at her with admiration and said softly, "You did the right thing, thank you."
The girl's eyes widened.
She stared intently at Lu Yangyang, her heart pounding.
Lu Yangyang smiled slightly at her, then immediately instructed Huang Sumu, "Light all the candles."
Huang Sumu hurriedly went to set up the candles. He had just helped Lu Yangyang rescue Lin Wuji and roughly understood what Lu Yangyang was going to do. He quickly cleared a space, laid the blanket on it, placed the candles around it, and then lit them one by one.
"Won't this attract attention?" a girl asked quietly.
"It's alright, no one will come over anytime soon, and even if they do, they won't dare to do anything," Lu Yangyang replied.
Since Tu Jiuying had someone bring her here, it means that Tu Jiuying didn't care what Lu Yangyang discovered. These girls were just kidnapped and played with. Those who caught the eye were chosen by the gang members to be their wives, while the rest were treated like prostitutes, locked up anywhere and used as tools for the bandits to relieve their lust.
Tu Jiuying never took these people seriously, so she naturally wouldn't mind being discovered.
Chen Rong'er's condition couldn't wait. After replying to the girl, Lu Yangyang said, "The scene later might be a bit scary, but there's no way to separate us right now. If you're scared, just turn around and don't look back."
After saying that, she didn't explain anything further and immediately prepared to begin the surgery.
The girls pursed their lips, wondering about the identity of this beautiful girl who had suddenly appeared, and why she was able to bring people here to rescue someone. Before coming here, most of them were unmarried girls, but children from poor families mature early, and they weren't completely ignorant. They wondered how they had been brought here, and the pregnant girl was no exception. Even ordinary people would struggle with the journey, let alone a pregnant woman. The girl remained unconscious, and they had to force-feed her water. One of the girls, whose grandmother was a midwife, had touched the girl's belly and said the baby was probably going to die. If it were less than three months, it would be better, just a little suffering; but if it was five or six months, the baby wouldn't come out, and in a couple more days, the mother might also die.
But all they could do was sympathize; there was nothing they could do.
So at this moment, they were somewhat worried, but more curious: was there really any hope?
Driven by curiosity, none of the girls left. Although they were some distance apart, they stared wide-eyed at Lu Yangyang's movements, watching as the blade in Lu Yangyang's hand sliced open the girl's stomach.
Some timid girls were so startled they almost screamed, instinctively biting their arms to barely hold back.
The most panicked and terrified person was Huang Sumu.
Even though he had witnessed how Lu Yangyang saved people, he still felt a chill run down his spine at the sight before him. Complex emotions almost overwhelmed him. It wasn't a stranger he was facing, but his wife, the woman he had been happily reciting traditional folk songs to their unborn child just a few days ago. He was panicked and terrified. The blood seeping out made his scalp tingle, but after these instinctive emotions subsided, what remained was heartache, anger, and resentment.
Even though the anesthetic might not have made Rongniang feel it clearly, as her husband, he watched helplessly as his wife and children suffered such pain. The intense hatred made him wish he could do what the girl who hid the candles had said: burn this place down and burn all those damned people to ashes.
But so what? Can it make up for the suffering his wife and children endured?
These complex and overwhelming emotions almost completely devoured his reason, yet they were also like thousands of sharp thorns, densely piercing his exceptional clarity.
He had to stay calm and composed. The hand that handed the knife to Miss Lu had to be as steady as Miss Lu's hand when she wielded the knife, so that his wife could survive.
The most important thing is that she survives.
After a period of intense emotional turmoil, Huang Sumu's eyes finally settled into a calm.
He calmly followed Lu Yangyang's instructions without making a single mistake. Even when he took out the already lifeless child, his hands did not tremble. He simply used scissors to cut open his still clean undergarment and gently wrapped the child in it.
As Lu Yangyang stitched up the last stitch, Huang Sumu, following her instructions, removed the silver needles that had been placed on the acupoints one by one.
Lu Yangyang washed her hands and fed Chen Rong'er the medicine.
Then, acupuncture was administered to Chen Rong'er once again.
Nearly 15 minutes later, Lu Yangyang removed the needle, took Chen Rong'er's pulse, and let out a deep breath.
"Once the high fever subsides, her life will be saved." Lu Yangyang's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.
There was no place to stand, so she knelt on the ground for more than an hour. Her body went numb from kneeling, and she could barely feel her legs anymore.
Huang Sumu said nothing, but knelt down and kowtowed three times to Lu Yangyang.
Although it was somewhat inappropriate, Lu Yangyang looked at Huang Sumu and suddenly had an idea, "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
Lu Yangyang herself is still learning and has no intention of taking on any apprentices. She took Mingxiu as her apprentice, but more so to help Mingxiu lead a better life. Mingxiu is calm and intelligent and learns things very quickly, but Lu Yangyang can see that her talent is not in medicine.
Mingxiu is very sensitive to numbers, bold yet meticulous, and has honed her skills alongside them. Her future should be dedicated to doing something more suited to her.
Huang Sumu was the first person she met who could remain calm under immense pressure and accompany her through the surgery.
My aunt once said that the most important thing in wielding a scalpel is one's temperament.
She overheard Aunt Jing talking to her aunt, saying that her aunt's abilities needed to be truly understood by more people before they could be used by the people to save more lives.
This is a new discipline, proposed by ancient sages, but not yet fully practiced and promoted.
Lu Yangyang was able to learn it due to favorable conditions; ten years of relentless practice allowed her to fully grasp the skills. After her aunt regained consciousness, a few months of review led to her rapid progress. However, to benefit more people—not just with simple wound dressing, but with more sophisticated surgery—requires greater understanding and participation to form a completely new system, much like traditional Chinese medicine.
This is what Lu Yangyang wants to do.
Huang Sumu hadn't expected Miss Lu to bring this up at this moment. He was momentarily dazed, then the hatred that had surged in his eyes and was about to engulf him again instantly transformed into a bright light, refocusing his gaze. He clenched his fingers, leaned forward slightly, his breathing went from rapid to calm, and then responded almost reverently and solemnly.
"I am willing."