Song Zhiyao did not wait for Hua Shichu on the first day at home. Although he was a little anxious, he also knew that Hua Shichu might need time to find the right medicine for himself, so although he was anxious, he could still endure it.
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But the next day, he still couldn't wait until Hua Shichu, and he became a little bit out of control. Even though he was usually calm and composed, but now he was only sixteen years old, and it was about the smile on his face that he cared about most.

It was about the scary scars, so he couldn't help but be anxious, and he had already gone out and looked at it dozens of times.

When Hua Shichu was nowhere to be seen in the afternoon, he was already disheartened and thought that Hua Shichu was a liar and a bad guy who wanted to make fun of him. Maybe she was laughing at him at home for being deceived by her.

When Song Zhiyao thought of this, a burst of anger arose in his heart. He was used to being bullied, but it didn't matter to him how others bullied him. However, when Hua Shichu deceived him, he couldn't accept it. He made up his mind in his heart.

We must find this liar...

Hua Shichu had no idea that she had been considered a liar by Song Zhiyao. After she prepared the medicine suitable for Song Zhiyao, she felt particularly satisfied.

In fact, she is not a person overflowing with sympathy. Although Song Zhiyao was born in a pitiful life, there are many poor people in the world, and there are many more pitiful than him. Why doesn't Hua Shichu help those people?

It wasn't because she happened to meet Song Zhiyao, and she happened to see that he had some courage to resist when facing those gangsters. Of course, the most important reason was that his face was actually good-looking. She couldn't bear to look at a perfect face.

Her face was ruined by a scar, and she wanted to restore that beautiful face, which would give her a sense of accomplishment. After all, it is easy to destroy a precious and beautiful vase, but it is very difficult to repair it.
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Song Zhiyao is now the destroyed vase to Hua Shichu, and she looks forward to the scene when the vase is repaired by herself.

The next day, Song Zhiyao, who had been inspired by many dark thoughts by his imagination, suddenly heard a knock on the door of his home that had not been heard for a long time.

A slight extravagant hope arose in his heart. Maybe it was the person he had been waiting for for two days? He pursed his lips and walked over to open the door.

"Oh, it's a good thing you're at home, otherwise I'd have to wait in vain." Hua Shichu said with a smile. She walked in with a simple medicine box in her hand, walked around Song Zhiyao, and then put

The medicine box was placed on the table.

When Song Zhiyao saw her, his pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't know what it was like in his heart. He felt grievance, sourness, and joy... He thought she would not come. When he didn't have any hope, she suddenly appeared again. Song Zhiyao

Blinking his sour eyes, he turned around and walked to Hua Shichu silently.

"Go and wash your face, wash it well and clean the skin on your face, especially the scars." Hua Shichu threw a bottle of facial cleanser to Song Zhiyao and instructed.

Song Zhiyao opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say, so he stood there blankly.

"What are you still standing for?" Hua Shichu looked at him in surprise and asked, then took out items one by one from her medical kit.

"I'm going to wash up right away." Song Zhiyao quickly went to the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, Song Zhiyao finally came out. Hua Shichu sat him down on a chair, tied up his bangs that were long enough to cover his eyes with a rubber band, then opened a long box and took out a

Silver Needle.

"Close your eyes and don't move." Hua Shichu said. Song Zhiyao closed his eyes obediently, and Hua Shichu began to insert needles into his scar.

Time passed little by little, and the room was extremely quiet. Even the sound of the second hand on the clock could be heard clearly. The ticking sound seemed to hit Song Zhiyao's heart.

The silver needles on Hua Shichu's hand had been replaced several times. Song Zhiyao only felt a slight tingling sensation on his scar, as if ants were biting and crawling. It was itchy and slightly painful. He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but

Thinking of Hua Shichu's instructions, I could only resist the urge.

After enduring it, a thin stream of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, the stinging and slight itching disappeared, and then the cool liquid was applied to the face, with a refreshing medicinal fragrance. It smelled so good that Song Zhiyao couldn’t help it.

I smelled it deeply several times.

Hua Shichu said: "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Song Zhiyao then opened his eyes, and suddenly saw an enlarged and flawless hibiscus face in front of him. When he saw those slightly doubtful eyes, he realized that it was Hua Shichu, and moved away uncomfortably.

own sight.

"The first injection of acupuncture is over and the medicine has been applied. You can wash it off after the medicine has been applied on your face for four hours. This medicine needs to be applied three times a day. You can calculate the time yourself."

Shi Chu warned.

"Okay." Song Zhiyao nodded inconveniently, so he replied solemnly.

Hua Shichu handed him a stick of ointment and said, "Your scar is too serious and needs several acupuncture treatments to remove it completely, so I will come over every three days to give you an acupuncture. You can wait for me at home on time."

That’s it.”

"You...why are you helping me like this?" Song Zhiyao finally asked this question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time. He has nothing now, so what's the benefit of helping him?

He doesn't believe that there are people in this world who don't ask for anything in return. Even if there are people, he doesn't have the good luck to meet him. Even Teacher Zhou came to persuade him to go back to school because he is smart. If he gets good grades in the college entrance examination, Teacher Zhou will

There will be rewards for being his class teacher.

Song Zhiyao, who has experienced the harshness of the world since he was a child, prides himself on seeing people's hearts very clearly, but no matter how thorough he is, he still can't understand the reason why Hua Shichu helped him.

When Hua Shi first saw how he refused to give up without asking for an answer, she couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Young man, I think you have a unique body and you will definitely achieve great things in the future, so I'm investing in you in advance.

You will repay me in the future."

Song Zhiyao said expressionlessly: "Do you think I will believe your reason?"

"Okay!" Hua Shichu said with a helpless expression, "Actually, I am a medical student, and I want to practice with you to test my own medical skills and pharmaceutical skills."

This is what she is talking nonsense about. How is she a medical student? She is no match for a medical student, but if she had said otherwise, the defensive Song Zhiyao would not believe it at all.

Sure enough, Song Zhiyao believed her as soon as she said this.

Hua Shichu secretly smiled. Wasn't this little guy fooled by her? She wasn't worried that her lies would be exposed. After all, Song Zhiyao didn't even know who she was, where she lived, and what her identity was, so how could she go there?

How do we know her true situation?

After his face was cured, Hua Shichu would no longer interact with him, and it was even less likely that they would meet him in the future, so she had no fear of being exposed.

"Now that you know my identity, are you afraid that my poor academic skills will ruin your face even more?" Hua Shichu joked.

"So what if it's serious? I choose to take a gamble." Song Zhiyao replied.
Chapter completed!