Chapter 87 Please save me!
She was infertile to begin with.
He was still secretly taking medication, gambling on that slim chance of success.
Now Yi Zhonghai has suffered such a great calamity.
She probably has absolutely no hope of having any children in this lifetime.
About forty minutes later,
He Daqing and Zhao Yonghe stood on the left and right, respectively.
Carefully supporting an elderly doctor with gray hair,
We finally returned to Courtyard No. 95.
The old doctor entered the room and, without saying a word...
First, he gestured for Li Guihua to wait outside.
He then directed two young men.
They stripped Yi Zhonghai naked.
When everyone finally saw Yi Zhonghai's horribly disfigured lower body,
Everyone gasped, feeling a chill run down their spines.
What deep-seated hatred must there be?
Only someone with such a cruel heart could bring themselves to commit such a heinous act.
How could someone be so cruel and ruthless towards a person?
Even the experienced doctor, who was used to seeing bloodshed, couldn't help but widen his eyes and show an expression of extreme horror.
But he was, after all, a seasoned doctor with many years of experience, and he quickly regained his composure after a short while.
He began to examine Yi Zhonghai's entire body carefully, not missing any wounds.
Then, he picked up a thin wooden stick and carefully poked at the most serious injury.
After a moment, a troubled expression slowly appeared on the old doctor's face.
He shook his head gently and let out a long, helpless sigh.
"Although the injuries on my body are severe, they are all still within the scope of treatment."
"As long as you rest and recuperate for a month or two, I guarantee you'll be able to walk again."
"But the injuries to my lower body are too severe; there's really nothing I can do to save them."
As soon as he said that, the gazes of everyone present toward Yi Zhonghai instantly became complicated.
Their eyes held sympathy, regret, and a hint of something unspeakable.
Upon hearing this, Li Guihua, who was guarding outside the door, rushed in again as if she had gone mad.
She knelt down heavily in front of the old doctor with a thud.
"Doctor, please have mercy and save my husband no matter what!"
"I will serve you like a beast of burden, a slave, to repay your life-saving grace!"
The old doctor, accustomed to such scenes of life and death, immediately darkened his expression and spoke with considerable displeasure.
"Please rise quickly! I will do my utmost to cure what I can, but what I cannot cure, I simply cannot cure."
"What if I accidentally make things worse and then you go back on your word and blame me? Who will I, an old man, turn to for justice then?"
"Do you know anyone who can heal this kind of injury?" Li Guihua still refused to give up, raising her tear-streaked face to ask.
"There's no such miracle doctor in this area," the old doctor said, shaking his head with absolute certainty.
"Then tell me where he is, and I'll go and fetch him myself! I'll crawl here if I have to!" Li Guihua shouted in near despair.
"Please? Even if I give you the address, you still can't get him to come." The old doctor sighed, his tone growing increasingly heavy.
"That doctor was captured by the Japanese long ago and was used to treat their high-ranking officers."
"Whether they live or die is anyone's guess now."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Li Guihua's body suddenly went limp.
If it weren't for the quick reflexes of those nearby who caught her, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
"Doctor, please take a look at your injuries first. They don't look serious," Zhao Yonghe quickly said, trying to smooth things over.
"Alright, I will begin the treatment now."
"Once the treatment is finished, He Daqing, and the two of you who invited me here, you must take responsibility for getting this old man home safely," the doctor instructed without looking up as he prepared to treat the wound.
"Of course, that's only right, you can rest assured." He Daqing immediately patted his chest and readily agreed.
The old doctor dismissed all the irrelevant people, leaving only two young men to assist him.
He Daqing knew in his heart that he could not shirk his responsibilities at such a critical time.
He then used the excuse of helping to deliver something to quietly slip back to the front yard.
In the end, only Jia Laonian and Zhao Yonghe remained at the Intermediate Court to help.
Li Guihua was temporarily placed in the He family's residence.
In her current state of being lost and bewildered, she is of no help whatsoever.
As long as she doesn't cause trouble, everyone is already thankful.
By the time the senior doctor finished treating all the wounds, more than an hour had passed.
The old doctor left behind several commonly used ointments for external injuries and also wrote a prescription for internal medication.
He repeatedly instructed that the medicine must be prepared and taken first thing tomorrow morning.
Finally, he solemnly gave instructions to the injured person's family.
Once a patient develops a high fever, physical cooling measures must be taken immediately without delay.
Otherwise, if the high fever persists, even a celestial being descending to earth wouldn't be able to save his life.
After everything was arranged, the old doctor prepared to take his leave.
Zhao Yonghe hurriedly ran out to call He Daqing.
When He Daqing went out, he still had that large kitchen knife for self-defense tucked into his waistband.
His eyes still held a lingering wariness.
Jia Laonian relayed the doctor's repeated instructions to Li Guihua in detail.
Finally, he added that if any unexpected situation arises, they should go to the front yard and call them.
Don't be polite with your family; just ask.
Back in her own courtyard, Madam Jia immediately launched into a tirade of scolding.
She complained that Jia Laonian had helped so much in the middle of the night, but hadn't gotten any benefit from it, which was a huge loss for him.
Old Jia was too lazy to pay her any attention.
We're all neighbors living in the same courtyard; everyone has their share of difficulties sometimes.
He always asks for benefits; he just can't bring himself to do it.
Moreover, what if one day our family really encounters an insurmountable obstacle?
Whether others will be willing to lend a helping hand is another matter.
After seeing the old doctor off, the gate was locked.
He Daqing and Zhao Yonghe exchanged a few more polite words before going home to rest.
He Yuzhu had already been sent to bed; it was far too late for them to be making such a fuss.
Chen Shuxiang inquired about Yi Zhonghai's specific injuries with concern.
After hearing the details, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Sigh, from now on, Li's sister will have to live a life of living like a widow."
"Hmph, that Yi Zhonghai was a useless mule to begin with, he should have died without an heir long ago."
How did you know?
"Don't ask such unsolicited questions. Don't ask things you shouldn't ask."
"Is it really... completely ruined?"
"It's pretty much a done deal. Judging from the doctor's words, there's no hope."
"Pah... What bad luck!"
"Alright, stop talking and go to sleep."
"Um."
Li Guihua stayed by Yi Zhonghai's side all night, not daring to close her eyes for even a moment.
In the middle of the night, Yi Zhonghai woke up in pain.
A hoarse sound escaped his throat as he begged for water.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of cold water, he drifted off to sleep again.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Yi Zhonghai's body temperature suddenly rose sharply.
His face was flushed red, and his whole body was burning hot.
Li Guihua dared not slack off in the slightest, and kept wiping his whole body with a wet towel.
I tried my best to lower his temperature.
The next morning, Li Guihua went to the He family again.
In this large courtyard, He Daqing knows many people and has extensive connections, so perhaps he can find other solutions.
He Daqing told her bluntly that he did not know any doctors who specialized in treating such difficult and complicated diseases.
Moreover, the major, reputable hospitals are now firmly controlled by the Japanese.
Ordinary people don't even know which way their front door faces.
Li Guihua was now desperate and would try anything.
She suddenly remembered the highly respected old lady in the backyard, who was no ordinary person.
There might actually be some trick to it.
So she pinned her last hope on Chen Shuxiang and began to plead with her.
Chen Shuxiang couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she had no choice but to take the worried-looking Li Guihua to the backyard.
After the old lady learned the purpose of their visit, she was also taken aback.
Last night, she vaguely heard some noises coming from the central courtyard.
But by then he had already gone to bed, and his small feet made it difficult for him to move around.
Since no one came to inform them, they did not go out to check.
The old lady was quite surprised to hear that Yi Zhonghai had been injured so badly.
Since they had come to her for help, she couldn't very well turn them away.
However, the talented and extraordinary people she knew were all acquaintances from the previous dynasty.
It's really hard to say where they are now.
After a moment's hesitation, the old lady gave Li Guihua two addresses and told her to try her luck.
This time, Li Guihua learned her lesson and didn't bother others anymore.
She went out and hailed a rickshaw, braving the biting cold wind for the entire morning.
They came up empty-handed and had to return dejectedly.
She also went to a nearby large hospital for a check-up.
Either the gate was locked and sealed, or there were fierce-looking Japanese soldiers standing at the entrance.
Those coming and going were all scoundrels and translators.
As a woman, she dared not approach.
When they passed by a private clinic that was still open, Li Guihua tried her best to persuade them.
Finally, they managed to get the resident doctor to come to the Yi family.
The doctor lifted the blanket to check the injury, glancing at it only once.
He coldly uttered four words: "Cut it off."
These chilling words struck like a thunderbolt.
The force of the shock jolted Yi Zhonghai awake from his semi-conscious state.
He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the doctor's wrist tightly.
The veins on his hands were bulging, and his knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white.
"Doctor, please save me, no matter the cost!"
"No matter what, preserve my roots!"
"It can't be saved, there's no hope, it's a matter of life and death."
"Cut it off as soon as possible; you might still be able to save your life."
"If this drags on any longer, even a miracle won't save us."
After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai felt as if his spine had been removed.
Tears welled up instantly.
Can you imagine a man who is usually quite tough crying like a bullied little wife, looking so miserable and helpless?
This is exactly what Yi Zhonghai looks like right now.
Li Guihua cried for a while, trying to suppress her grief and calm herself down.
She asked the doctor in a trembling voice, "You...you can do it yourself, can you?"
"No, no," the doctor waved his hands repeatedly, his tone dismissive.
"This job is the most demanding in terms of skill. I don't have the skills, so I wouldn't dare to take on this delicate task."