No wonder Cheng Ying had such doubts. The treatment method Song Qingshu described was simply too horrifying—it actually required crushing the leg first...
Given the medical standards of this world, the shock the two women felt was probably comparable to Cao Cao hearing Hua Tuo propose opening his skull to treat his headaches.
More importantly, although Lu Wushuang limped now, her left foot could still barely support her as she walked. If her leg bones were crushed and could not be reconnected afterward, she would become completely disabled instead. Whether she could even stand again in the future would be unknown. Was such a huge risk truly worth taking?
"Do you think Song looks like a madman, Miss Cheng?" Song Qingshu asked as he looked at her.
"Of course not," Cheng Ying hurriedly replied, then silently added in her heart, He may not look like a madman, but he does look like a frivolous libertine.
"Since I am not a madman, why would I do something I was not sure of?" Song Qingshu smiled, then turned to Lu Wushuang. "Whether you want treatment or not, Miss Lu, think it over carefully. Come find me once you have decided, but it would be best to do so soon. I probably will not be staying at the Lu Mansion for many more days." With that, he rose to leave.
"Wait!" Before he could take his first step, Lu Wushuang called out to stop him. "There is no need to think about it. Let us do it now. I am willing to accept treatment."
"Cousin." Cheng Ying clasped her hand, her face full of worry.
Lu Wushuang gave a mournful smile. "Cousin, rather than limp for the rest of my life, I would rather take a chance. Even if it fails in the