After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

At this time, the atmosphere in the capital's most famous and top-notch hospital was extremely tense.

The emergency building has been temporarily blocked, and the hospital director, along with the hospital's best surgical experts, have been waiting in the emergency building.

The person sent in was a wounded man. Although he had been treated, he was still covered in blood and looked very scary.

Especially his legs, which were bleeding all the time.

The whole person has been in a coma and relies entirely on some advanced equipment to maintain vital signs.

The dean and others had already gained a preliminary understanding of the injuries of the injured through information sent remotely and X-rays.

The wounded man suffered from gunshot and bomb injuries.

The most serious injuries were his legs, which were almost blown off.

Although they have been reconnected, experts at the field hospital were pessimistic about his legs and said there was no other way except amputation.

Moreover, if amputation is not done quickly, the life of the injured person will be in danger.

At that time, the field hospital was abroad, and the relatives of the wounded were not around, so they could only be contacted through satellite phones.

The injured person's family had no choice but to accept the reality and expressed their willingness to amputate.

However, just when the family members agreed, the injured person suddenly woke up briefly.

He refused to have his limbs amputated, and would rather give up his life if it did.

The reason was that he was a soldier, and if his limbs were amputated, he would never be able to fight on the battlefield again in his life.

The doctor had no choice but to contact home quickly.

The injured person has a special identity, and the news of his injury has already alarmed the heads of some departments in Beijing.

They immediately held an emergency telephone conference and unanimously agreed to have the field hospital send a special plane to take him back to the capital immediately.

Fortunately, although the injured person was unconscious along the way, his vital signs were relatively stable and he was finally sent to the hospital smoothly.

The injured person has been sent to the operating room, and several surgical experts have all gone in to ensure that the injured person's legs are reconnected.

Director Guo was invited to the doctor's office to rest. Seeing that he was frowning, the dean consoled him and said, "Director Guo, don't worry too much. We will do our best to treat Xiao Xue's injury and make sure to achieve the best results."

Director Guo sighed and said, "Dean Xu, you know that Xiao Xue has a special identity. The Xue family has been loyal and brave for three generations. The old man fought in our northern neighbor and was unfortunately seriously injured. Although he survived, he lost his legs forever.

"Xiao Xue's father was on a peacekeeping mission abroad and encountered mercenaries. He died heroically to protect his comrades. Xiao Xue's mother, as a military doctor, followed her husband to save lives and heal the wounded abroad, but unfortunately she was brutally killed by terrorists..."

When Director Guo reached this point, his voice began to tremble.

Obviously, these past events made him feel very uncomfortable when he recalled them.

"When Xiao Xue came of age, he was determined to carry on the family tradition and was determined to join the army. As an old subordinate of his father, I was firmly against it. He was the only child of the Xue family, and no accidents could happen to him... But the old man's words directly made the higher-ups relax, and I had no choice but to let Xiao Xue join the army.

"At that time, I assigned him to the mechanical brigade of one of my subordinates, and wanted him to be a mechanical soldier. But he refused to do it. He won first place in every competition and finally successfully joined the most mysterious special forces in China..."

It was obviously the first time that Dean Xu heard about the injured man's family background and his family's tragic story.

"In recent years, he has been trying to go abroad to carry out anti-terrorism missions and defend our country. But..."

As Director Guo spoke, he choked up and said, "If anything happens to him, how can I explain to my old leader?"

Dean Xu's palms were sweating when he heard this.

At first he only knew that the injured person had a special identity, but he didn't expect it to be so special.

The injured person lying in the emergency room is the only child of the Xue family. If an accident really happens to him, he will not be able to accept it.

At this moment, an old voice came: "As a soldier, you shed blood but not tears! My grandson is still being rescued, why are you crying?"

Director Guo and Dean Xu were surprised and quickly turned around to look.

I saw a middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair in.

Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man in his nineties with both legs amputated.

Although his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were sharp and he exuded a kind of fortitude.

"Mr. Xue, why are you here?"

Director Guo quickly stood up, took the wheelchair himself, and pushed him in.

"My grandson is here, why can't I come?"

Mr. Xue said in a solemn voice.

"Mr. Xue, I am sorry to you and the Xue family. If I hadn't made good arrangements, Xiao Xue wouldn't have ended up like this today."

Director Guo said with a look of regret and guilt.

"What are you talking about? Xue Ziming is also a Chinese citizen, there is nothing special about him. If everyone wants to be special, who will guard the country's borders?"

Mr. Xue's tone was somewhat cold and harsh.

Director Guo quickly said, "Mr. Xue, I am narrow-minded. I just feel sad. The old commander sacrificed his life to protect us new recruits. Now we should take good care of his only son. Otherwise, how can I go down to see my old commander and those fallen comrades in arms in the future?"

Mr. Xue waved his hand, sighed and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Then, he turned to look at Dean Xu and asked, "Dean Xu, tell me, can Ziming's injury be saved?"

Dean Xu was a little nervous, but he gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Xue, we will do our best to treat you…”

"I don't want to hear this nonsense. Just tell me, can he save his life?"

Mr. Xue interrupted him and asked in a serious voice.

Dean Xu subconsciously straightened his body and said simply: "Xiao Xue's life will be fine."

"That's good, as long as he can save his life. If his legs can't be saved, then ..."

At this point, there was a pause.

Although he was a man of great character, he must have felt very sad when he thought that his grandson would have to have his legs amputated like himself.

Dean Xu remained silent. He didn't know how to continue this sentence, and he didn't dare to respond easily.

There is no absolute medical skill, and he did not dare to jump to conclusions before getting definite information from the operating room.

Fortunately, at this moment, the door of the operating room opened and a doctor with gray hair came into the doctor's office.

"Director Xu, the injured person is no longer in danger of death. However, his legs are too badly injured and have already shown signs of necrosis. If they are not amputated immediately, I'm afraid his life will be threatened again."

After the doctor came in, he hurriedly explained the situation to Dean Xu.

Dean Xu's temples were covered with sweat and he looked at Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue's hands on the wheelchair trembled slightly, and he said with trembling lips: "Cut it!"

The doctor said hesitantly, "But the patient began to regain consciousness briefly and kept saying that he didn't want amputation, so we have to consult his family."

Dean Xu said: "He is the injured man's grandfather, Mr. Xue."

The doctor couldn't help but ask, "The injured man's grandfather? What about his parents? Haven't they come back yet?"

Dean Xu quickly winked, but it was too late.

Director Guo stood up and said solemnly, "Is there no way to save his legs?"

He really didn't want to see Xue Ziming have his legs amputated and spend his whole life in a wheelchair like his grandfather.

Besides, Xue Ziming is his future son-in-law. No matter what the cost, he must save Xue Ziming's legs.

The doctor shook his head. "With our Western medicine, there really is nothing special we can do. But I have heard that there are experts in Chinese medicine. If we can invite them, maybe there will be a chance of saving the patient."

Elder Xue's eyes flashed with hope, and he said thoughtfully: "Yes, Chinese medicine does have some very special methods. When I was on the battlefield, there were many Chinese medicine practitioners accompanying the army to treat the wounded. In terms of bone setting, their methods are much better than those of Western medicine..."

Director Guo seemed to be lost in thought. After a moment, he said, "It's easy to find a Chinese medicine doctor. There are plenty of them in the Chinese Medicine Clinic. I will ask for instructions now and ask the Chinese Medicine Clinic to send the best Chinese medicine doctor here immediately!"

As he spoke, he called the guard to bring him the phone.

But before he could make the call, Dean Xu suddenly said, "I do know a very famous Chinese medicine doctor, and he has inherited the bone-setting skills from his ancestors..."