The young girl's face was still covered with glistening tears, and her eyes held a look of hope, wishing to hear a favorable answer from Bai Ruozhu. Bai Ruozhu's heart ached; she was not a good doctor, and she couldn't face the patient's despair with indifference.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness in her heart, and said, "Don't think too much, I've seen similar cases before. When the injury heals, you can still get a prosthetic and walk again. As long as a person is alive, there's still hope."
Zhanna was stronger than Bai Ruozhu had expected. She nodded and said, "Madam, I believe you, and I will live well. As long as I can walk in the future, that's enough for me."
"You rest well, and later I'll have someone send over a decoction." After Bai Ruozhu spoke, she left the small courtyard with Jianqi, rushed back to the Inn, and started to concoct the herbal medicine for Zhanna using a borrowed small stove.