Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Good Idea to Strike Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Good Idea to Strike Chiang Songtaoâs face looked awful, and Ho Laidi sitting beside him kept her head down, her eyes red.
Chiang Baohe was right; thatâs 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?
âNonsense! 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 isnât unsightly. Once we go back, weâll 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.â
It was quite something for Chiang Songtao to actually say the injury wasnât disfiguring.
Could Chiang Baohe really not be considered disfigured? He had been disfigured the moment he lost his eye. Moreover, this fall was particularly harsh; his nasal bone had broken, and because it happened in the dead of night, treatment was delayed. Now, even though it was set, it appeared somewhat crooked.
If this was considered not disfiguring, then what on earth would count as disfigured?
Chiang Songtao truly didnât want him staying in the hospital any longer. Just yesterday, he had broken someone elseâs hot water kettle, a thermometer, and even hit a nurse, forcing them to buy a pound of sugar to apologize.
That was all money.
With all this commotion, the savings from years of living frugally had been nearly depleted. How could they afford to stay any longer?
Besides, the crops and vegetable fields at home couldnât be neglected.
Ho Laidi alone couldnât handle him here.
Chiang Baoguo had to return to work; how could he spend every day attending to him?
When Chiang Songtao mentioned seeking help from Chiang Songhai, Chiang Baohe yelled, âWhat use is my Second Uncle?â
Chiang Songtao exhaled a puff of smoke and muttered, âHow can you say heâs useless? Once he made a jar of medicated wine, that stuff was precious, incredibly effective for bone healing. If you use it long-term, your leg injury is sure to heal!â
Hearing this, Ho Laidiâs eyes lit up, suddenly lifting her head and nodding vigorously, âYes, yes, thatâs right! I almost forgot about that! That medicated wine really did work wonders; even wealthy masters asked your Second Uncle for it!â
Chiang Baohe finally calmed down a bit, skeptical, âThat medicated wine really works that well? But I remember that it required old wild ginseng and venomous snakes; can my Second Uncle still find those?â
âHow could he not find them? Have you forgotten? What mountain do we have around there?â Ho Laidi slapped her thigh, increasingly hopeful for his leg injuryâs recovery.
âAre you talking about Bai Gu Mountain?â
âExactly, Bai Gu Mountain! That mountain has all sorts of treasures! Itâs just that people dare not venture deep into it. If you go deep enough, youâre sure to find ginseng and those snakes,â Ho Laidi stated with certainty.
She didnât consider that if those items were so easy to obtain, why had Chiang Songhai only managed to produce a jar of Shuangzhen Wine in his lifetime.
And if it were that easy, why hadnât anyone dared to go up Bai Gu Mountain over the years?
âIn his attempt to catch that snake, didnât my Second Uncle nearly get bitten to death?â Chiang Baohe wasnât expressing concern for Chiang Songhai but was afraid that if his uncle got bitten to death, thereâd be no one to prepare the medicated wine.
âBut in the end, he didnât die from the bite, did he! Youâre his own nephew, and your dad saved his life back in the day. He canât just ignore you, can he?â Ho Laidi stood up, âLetâs get discharged right now and go find Chiang Laoer.â