Zhu Yanyi paused, slightly confused. She didn’t understand this kind of stubbornness. Frowning slightly, she reminded herself: she was not a Zhang family member, not Zhang Haifeng, and not Zhang Haitao. She could not make decisions for them. However, one thing she always held firm: she was a doctor. Her duty was to save every life she believed could be saved. On this point, she was unwilling to compromise.
“Little Zhang, I hope you think carefully,” Zhu Yanyi sighed. Although her tone remained firm, her resistance seemed to soften slightly.
“Ani, I’m leaving this choice to my brother,” Zhang Haifeng said seriously, looking into Zhu Yanyi’s eyes, hoping for a definite answer. “Besides, even if she can’t speak, her other injuries will heal fine, right?”
Zhu Yanyi nodded weakly, pressing her temples lightly. Why were some people so stubborn? “Her other injuries are fine. She’ll be as strong as an ox in the future. But I am a doctor. I want to do things perfectly. I don’t want her to leave with any defects. I hope you still consider this carefully.”
“Little Ani, some things require trade-offs,” Zhang Haifeng said with a broad-minded attitude. Although he felt sad for Zhang Haitao, at least his brother would survive and live healthily. Losing his voice was relatively minor. He knew his brother well; if it meant completing a mission, Zhang Haitao would even sacrifice his life, let alone just his voice.
Zhu Yanyi could not persuade Zhang Haifeng, and Zhang Haifeng could not persuade Zhu Yanyi. In the end, the decision had to be left to Zhang Haitao.
After checking Zhang Haitao’s condition, Zhu Yanyi prepared the medicine, boiled it herself, and fed it to her. Then she returned to the pharmaceutical room on the third floor. Thinking for a moment, she flashed into the Ruyi Space. She hadn’t asked about Zhang Haitao’s identity, but from the aura surrounding her, she could tell she was likely a soldier. She must have been on a secret mission when she encountered this disaster. Although she couldn’t persuade Zhang Haifeng today, she understood in her heart that she was telling the truth. If Zhang Haitao woke up, she would certainly choose to speak briefly. What she needed to do now was find some references to see if there was a way to stimulate her voice temporarily while preserving her vocal cords.
Zhu Yanyi searched through the materials continuously. Fortunately, time in the space differed from the outside world. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted a book. Well, it was more like a booklet. The cover featured four large, gold-embossed traditional Chinese characters: Jue Chu Feng Sheng (Survival in Desperation).
Zhu Yanyi opened the booklet, her eyes lighting up. She didn’t know which great master had created Jue Chu Feng Sheng, but it was a method to restore parts of the human body that had lost all vitality. With the right materials and herbs, one could even reconstruct a damaged heart. Yes, reconstruct, not replace it with someone else’s heart. The downside of this reconstructed organ was the difficulty in obtaining materials. However, the benefit was that if the surgery was performed correctly, it would integrate with the human body at a rate of ninety-five percent, becoming a true part of the body, indistinguishable from the original.
Zhu Yanyi carefully read through the contents. After a moment of silence, she sighed. Success or failure depended on her fate. She had done everything she could.