Xin Ziqi had made it clear he couldn't help, so Ji Huan couldn't force him.
But aside from Yide Hall, there were no other clinics in town that specialized in this area.
Ji Huan asked Uncle Niu, who drove his cart to Yeyang every day, to ask around for her.
When Uncle Niu returned, he told her that while such clinics existed, they all refused the moment they heard the patient was a beggar.
"I can only help you this much for now. There's not much else I can do…"
Ji Huan sighed, balling up the used gauze.
For the past few days, she had been changing the homeless man's dressings on schedule and instructing him on how to exercise his stiff joints.
Even though she couldn't find anyone to perform the surgery yet, there was no harm in doing the preparatory work ahead of time.
'You never knew about other people, but what if Xin Ziqi suddenly has a change of heart?'
The look of inner conflict on his face as he left that day hadn't escaped Ji Huan's discerning eye.
