I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

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!"