Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Hu Bugui carefully sprayed the scalpel with the small white needle, his eyes focused as if he was carving a rare treasure.

He was well aware of the importance of sterilizing surgical instruments and left no corner untouched.

"This little girl's foot injury is too severe. We must ensure that the tools are sterile and there can be no mistakes."

Hu Bugui muttered to himself.

After spraying, he placed the scalpel on the fire and kept roasting it. The flames reflected on his face, and the dancing light and shadow were intertwined with his solemn expression.

"Xiao Baigan is the key. I hope we can pull this child back from the brink of death this time, but this condition... is really tricky."

"Old Lu, you're lucky! I'm the only one in Chang'an that has Xiaobai Gan. Without this strong liquor, your foot can't be cured!"

Hu Bugui said loudly while watching the fire, with a hint of relief in his voice.

When Lu Jingsuo heard this, a hint of joy immediately appeared in his eyes, and the light in his eyes was like a drowning person seeing a life-saving piece of driftwood.

"What? Can you save him?"

Hu Bugui slowly shook his head, his expression more serious than before, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his eyes.

"This little girl's foot injury is beyond imagination. A 50% chance of recovery is the best hope I can give her, but I really can't imagine what this will mean for her."

He looked at Lu Jingsuo and said slowly, "I think it's a 50% chance. It still depends on luck. The little girl's foot is more than just a festering wound. What you see is just the surface."

He paused, frowning even more tightly, and continued with a worried look on his face, "Inside, there's already a lesion, and everything is rotten. Now all I can do is cut off all the rotten flesh, so she can survive. So it's not about me, but about how rotten her foot is."

He looked at Lu Jingsuo, helplessness in his eyes.

"He will definitely survive! Losing part of the foot is normal in this situation, so a wheelchair is definitely needed. If you're lucky, you'll be able to keep most of the foot and still be able to walk. If you're unlucky, you'll have to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life!"

Hearing Hu Bugui say this, Lu Jingsuo pursed his lips, which turned a little white due to the force.

He was caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, he hoped that Song Jingshu could survive, but on the other hand, he was worried that she would not be able to accept the result of disability.

He looked at Song Jingshu, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including pity, worry, and a hint of pity.

He said softly, "You decide for yourself whether you want treatment or not. If you don't treat it, you'll die. If you treat it, you'll become lame."

As Song Jingshu listened to the conversation between the two, her heart was filled with confusion and fear, as if she was in a dark abyss and could not find a way out.

Hu Bugui's words kept echoing in her mind. Will she become a cripple in the future?

The thought pierced her heart like a sharp knife.

She thought: "I can't be lame. I still have such important things to do. But if I don't get treatment, I will die. What will happen to my family? They haven't avenged themselves yet..."

Various thoughts intertwined in her mind, making her suffer.

"I don't want to be treated anymore. Thank you, Doctor Hu."

Although her voice was soft, it was full of determination, as if she had used up all her strength.

Hu Bugui looked at Song Jingshu solemnly, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"You are such a pitiful child, but you don't understand that life is the most important thing."

He said earnestly, "If you don't treat your feet, the wounds will continue to become inflamed and fester. You won't live more than two months. If you still want to walk on your feet during this period, you won't live more than a month."

After he told Song Jingshu the interests involved without reservation, he left the decision to her, silently praying in his heart that she would change her mind.

Song Jingshu shook her head firmly, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

She cried out, "I'm not going to be cured! I still have things to do!"

Hu Bugui turned to look at Lu Jingsuo and said helplessly, "Old Lu, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that the patient is incurable!"

Lu Jingshu looked deeply at Song Jingshu, his eyes as sharp as torches, trying to see through her heart.

This little girl must have some unspeakable secret. What made her want to give up her life?

He took a step forward, his eyes softening.

"Your foot needs treatment. If there's anything else, I'll take care of it for you!"

Song Jingshu lowered her head, said nothing, and clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands.

She didn't dare to look Lu Jingsuo in the eye, for she was afraid that she would waver.

"Sir, you have helped me so much, but this is something only I can do. I cannot implicate you."

"Little girl, do you know what clothes I am wearing?"

Lu Jingsuo's tone changed.

As a Jinyiwei, he was keenly aware that this little girl was hiding many secrets. He seemed to have gradually understood them, but now the situation was urgent and he could only try to guide her quickly.

I hope this will get her attention and make her trust me.

Hearing Lu Jingsuo say this, Song Jingshu, who had just lowered her head, suddenly raised her head, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. That hope was like a ray of light seen in the darkness.

Lu Jingshu felt Song Jingshu's gaze and couldn't help but feel happy, feeling that he had more ways to guide her.

Song Jingshu shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"The clothes I'm wearing are called Feiyufu. I'm a sixth-rank captain of the Jinyiwei, serving in Xianyang, and I'm the emperor's personal guard."

Lu Jingsuo puffed out his chest, pretending to be proud and showing off his identity.

"Execute first and report later. Do you understand this imperial privilege?"

Song Jingshu listened to Lu Jingshu's words and nodded as if she understood.

"Sir, I have a question. We are not related at all, so why are you so nice to me?"

This question has been on Song Jingshu's mind since the beginning. She really doesn't understand why this adult, whom she met by chance, is so caring towards her.

She looked at Lu Jingsuo with doubts in her eyes.

Lu Jingshu looked at Song Jingshu with a puzzled expression, as if she had asked a strange question.

He paused, his expression calm.

"Because, I am an official! You are the people! We officials should work for the people. It is only natural!"

"Any questions?"

Hearing Lu Jingsuo's answer, Song Jingshu felt like she was struck by lightning and her body trembled slightly.

She looked at Lu Jingsuo quietly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, and the painful memories that had been suppressed in her heart came flooding back like a tide.

"Then why! Why did the officials in my hometown kill my entire family?!"

Song Jingshu's voice was tearful, her eyes were filled with grief and indignation, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Why did the officials in my hometown steal all my food?"

"They beat me to death and took my mother and sister away. When I went to look for them, they were left outside without a single piece of clothing on them!"

Her body trembled even more with excitement, and images of her family's suffering kept appearing in her mind.

"I don't understand! I don't understand either! He asked them why they took our food!"

"Tell him that official! It's His Majesty who wants to go to war, so he needs our food! If we have the guts, come to Chang'an and ask His Majesty!"

There was endless resentment in her eyes.

"He said that even if I went to Chang'an and met His Majesty, His Majesty wouldn't care! Because their surname is Wang, they are the Taiyuan Wang family! They were born to be superior to others!"

A raging fire of anger burned in her heart.

"Why? Why can they do whatever they want?"

Song Jingshu became increasingly agitated, shouting at Lu Jingshu at the top of her lungs, "I refuse to accept this! I'll keep walking, keep walking! I'll go all the way to Chang'an!"

"I just want to ask the emperor sitting in Chang'an! Does he know? My family relies on this little bit of food to survive for a year! I am the only one left in my family who died!"

"Can the Wang family really kill people at will and treat us civilians like pigs and dogs? I just want to ask His Majesty! Does he care?"

She shouted until her voice broke, her throat became hoarse, and her body felt a little weak from overexertion, but the anger and grievance in her heart prevented her from stopping.

"I want justice for my family, even if it means sacrificing my own life! I still want justice!"

She kept crying silently, and the tears were like beads with broken strings, sliding down continuously, and every tear carried her endless pain.

Lu Jingsuo stood in front of the bed, standing with Hu Bugui, without saying a word.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

"How dare you take human life so lightly!"

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but the scene described by Song Jingshu kept appearing in his mind, making him feel heartbroken.

He turned around and was about to leave. Hu Bugui saw Lu Jingsuo was about to leave and hurriedly grabbed him with an anxious look on his face.

"Old Lu, don't be impulsive. This is not a problem you can solve alone."

He shouted, "Old Lu, what are you going to do? Stop!"

"I'm going to see His Majesty!"

Lu Jingsuo's voice was low and firm, with an unquestionable determination.

"Only His Majesty can uphold justice. I must let him know the suffering of the people."

"You can't see His Majesty because you are not of high enough rank. You can only pass the message up to Brother Xianhuai and have him report to His Majesty."

Hu Bugui held Lu Jingsuo tightly, trying to calm him down.

He was worried that Lu Jingsuo's impulsive behavior would bring disaster upon himself.

Lu Jingsuo stopped and looked at Hu Bugui with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He said with some pain: "Old Hu, even you won't help me?"

Hu Bugui slowly closed his eyes, a helpless look on his face.

"I know you're motivated by justice, but now is not the right time. You can't ruin yourself because of an impulse, nor can you cause trouble for His Majesty."

"I know what you're going to do. Your Majesty isn't yet capable of dealing with these aristocratic families. Any action would trigger a chain reaction. I won't let you go. I know you want to go to the drum of public opinion and deliberately find an excuse to see His Majesty. Who are you? Don't I know you well enough?"

After listening to Hu Bugui's words, Lu Jingsuo calmed down, but the anger in his eyes was still burning.

"Are we really going to watch these noble families continue to do evil? Is there really nothing Your Majesty can do?"

He asked unwillingly, "Is it true that Your Majesty won't take care of it?"

Hu Bugui looked at Lu Jingsuo, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Old Lu, you are always so impulsive. Some things are beyond our control."

He said slowly, "You're a Jinyiwei. You don't understand. You even understand more than I do. Haven't the aristocratic families committed enough evil? Haven't we seen it before? Isn't it infuriating to both humans and gods?"

"Don't you know how much His Majesty hates the aristocratic families? It's not that he doesn't care, it's that he can't care now. He will naturally eradicate them in the future. Brother, I beg you, don't beat the drum, give me some face! If you beat the drum! You are disloyal! How can His Majesty live with himself? Think about how His Majesty treated us in Xianyang!"

He advised earnestly, hoping that Lu Jingsuo would give up this impulsive idea. Every word he said was filled with concern for his friend and helplessness about the situation.

Lu Jingsuo looked at Song Jingshu, who had cried herself to exhaustion, and then looked at the soles of her feet that had been rubbed to the point of being exposed. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Come! Come on my back, I'll take you to seek justice!"

After saying that, he directly carried Song Jingshu on his back and said in a firm tone: "Hold me tight!"

He felt that he was carrying not only a girl, but also a heavy responsibility.

When Song Jingshu heard what Lu Jingshu said, she hugged his neck tightly with all her strength, as if she had grabbed the last straw.

"You are confused! Lu Jingsuo!"

Hu Bugui shouted, he was anxious but helpless.

"Old Lu, you're putting yourself in danger by going. I hope you won't regret it."

Lu Jingsuo said nothing and walked out of the door with Song Jingshu on his back. His back looked particularly resolute in the sunlight, as if he was declaring war on the injustice in this world.

He silently said in his heart: "There is so much injustice in the world, blood attracts thunder!"

He had only one belief in his heart, to seek justice for Song Jingshu and those suffering people, even if it meant his death.

There was determination and fearlessness in his eyes, and every step he took was extremely firm as he walked towards the palace, which was the destination of justice in his heart.