Chiang Songtao's face looked awful, and Ho Laidi sitting beside him kept her head down, her eyes red.
Chiang Baohe was right; that's exactly what the doctor had told them.
His leg had been severely injured, bones shattered; they had no way of treating it properly. All they could do was apply medicine and let it heal on its own. From now on, that leg would be useless.
But how could they dare to tell Chiang Baohe the reality of the situation?
He had already lost the sight in one eye; now, if he were to lose the use of a leg, could he even continue to live?
"Nonsense! What good does lying here do? You already spent seventy or eighty yuan yesterday! How much did that nose cost you? It would be great if it could heal without disfigurement, at least it isn't unsightly. Once we go back, we'll consult your Second Uncle; he knows about herbs and traditional medicine. The remedies he knows are even better than hospital medications; he definitely has a way."
