Blake Langley, although he had only been at Kunhu Hospital for just over a month and never got involved in anything, still knew who that middle-aged doctor was. Ian King, an orthopedic specialist at Kunhu Hospital—many orthopedic patients from other places who couldn't be treated elsewhere were sent to Kunhu Hospital. It wasn't that Kunhu Hospital was particularly outstanding, but because Kunhu Hospital had the best orthopedic specialist, Ian King.

Ian King bent down, trying to help the middle-aged woman up, but she was almost crawling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, and he couldn't manage to lift her.

Sighing, Ian King could only say, "Ma'am, if I had even the slightest way, I would never let such a young girl lose her leg. I'm a doctor—when I can't save a patient, I feel just as terrible inside. She has frost silkworm disease, and now all the bones in her leg have necrosed. If the amputation is delayed, it could even affect..."

People around began to persuade the middle-aged woman, and several of them helped her up. Ian King sighed again, shook his head, and quickly turned to leave. He had encountered this kind of thing many times, but every time it hurt him just as much. He hated his own limitations.

It was also because of this temperament that his medical skills kept improving, and now he was almost the top orthopedic specialist in the country. Even so, there were still many patients he couldn't treat. Frost silkworm disease was one of them—not only could he not treat it, but currently, there was no doctor in the world who truly could.

Blake Langley shook his head. From a distance, he saw a young girl lying on the hospital bed, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a look of utter despair in her eyes—a look that reminded him of Evan Sutton.

Blake Langley knew that even if Doctor King amputated the girl's leg, she wouldn't survive. He was all too familiar with that look of hopelessness. When Evan Sutton left, she had the same look in her eyes.

Originally planning to leave the hospital, Blake Langley now stood quietly in a corner, watching the helpless mother and daughter, a deep sadness welling up inside him.

He could actually treat frost silkworm disease, but even if he wanted to help, he had no right to do so. If anyone found out that he, an intern, dared to perform surgery without permission, the consequences would fall not only on him, Blake Langley, but also on Jack Jefferson.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the nurse pushing the hospital bed and the helpless mother and daughter.

"Ms. Shaw, let's go to the ward first. Try not to think too much. Xiaoman will get better in the end..." The nurse's words sounded weak and powerless.

The middle-aged woman still stared blankly in the direction Ian King had left, her mind echoing with just one sentence—the words of her attending physician before she transferred hospitals: "If there's anyone in the country who can cure Xiaoman's leg, it's only Doctor Ian King..."

As for Doctor King, Doctor King must not have seen clearly just now—he had to take another look. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes as she grabbed the nurse beside her and said, "Please help me call Doctor King again. He definitely didn't see clearly just now, it must be that. As long as Doctor King takes another look, maybe he'll find a better way."

The nurse beside her looked troubled. "Ms. Shaw, all of Xiaoman's scans have been done, and all the test data is very clear. Doctor King probably didn't make a mistake."

Chapter 8: Refining Essence into Qi

The woman called Ms. Shaw froze, muttering to herself, no one knew what she was saying. After two or three minutes, she finally looked up and searched around. When her gaze landed on Blake Langley, it was as if she had grabbed a lifeline, and she hurriedly ran toward Blake Langley.

"Ms. Shaw, he's just an intern..." The nurse saw the intern's white coat on Blake Langley and quickly called out from behind.

But at this moment, Ms. Shaw couldn't care less about whether he was an intern or not. Anyone in a white coat was a doctor who could save her daughter.

Although Blake Langley's gaze was on Xiaoman, his mind had already traveled through time and space. What appeared before his eyes was the scene of Evan Sutton leaving—so helpless, so sorrowful.

Unfortunately, even though he was Evan Sutton's husband, he couldn't be there to talk with Evan Sutton, to help her untangle the knots buried deep in her heart and bring her happiness, nor could he save Evan Sutton's life. The only thing he could do was practice medicine desperately, earning money to buy life-saving medicine at astronomical prices.

When his medical skills were average at first, he couldn't earn much. By the time his skills improved, the price of life-saving medicine had become astronomical. After the nuclear war, faced with such exorbitant prices, no matter how many surgeries he performed, he still couldn't even barely manage it.

"Doctor, doctor..." Ms. Shaw's call pulled Blake Langley out of his memories. "Please, help me find Director King, ask him to take another look at Xiaoman. Maybe he missed something."

Blake Langley withdrew his gaze from the girl on the hospital bed and looked at Ms. Shaw in front of him, trying to soften his tone as he said, "What Director King said is probably the truth. He can't save your daughter Xiaoman..."

Ms. Shaw's hand trembled. She knew Blake Langley wasn't lying to her, but she still didn't know what to do next.

Suddenly, Blake Langley spoke again. "Ms. Shaw, if you trust me, I could take a look at Xiaoman."