"Mr. Bai, this is the expected renderings of various plastic surgery plans. The computer has simulated them. Take a look." In Xiaobai's ward, a doctor in a white coat handed him five or six color pictures printed on the computer to Bai Shaoliu. Zhuang Ru went out and was not here if she had something to do.
Bai Shaoliu took the picture and looked at it carefully, frowned and asked, "Professor Chen, is this the actual effect?"
Professor Chen: "This is the best expected effect that can be achieved when all kinds of surgical conditions are perfect."
Bai Shaoliu: "It seems, it seems..." He couldn't continue to say anything.
Professor Chen: "It seems that it is still ugly, is it very strange, right? This is repairing plastic surgery, not routine medical beauty. Miss Zhuang's facial muscles and fascial tissues are cleaved and misaligned, not to mention surface skin damage. Even large-scale skin grafting cannot be completed in one skin preparation. It requires multiple scrub surgery, and it is even more impossible to become a normal person... In Wuyou's medical level can only be achieved at this level. It may be better to go abroad, but I think it will not be too far apart."
Bai Shaoliu: "Then she, then she can only do this?"
Professor Chen: "Compared to her original appearance, she has recovered a lot. In fact, this kind of surgery is more of a kind of spiritual comfort and repair for me. If we want to restore our previous appearance, we do not have this ability unless..."
Bai Shaoliu: "Unless what?"
Professor Chen smiled bitterly: "Unless you can find magical medicines like 'Tianxiang Intermittent Ointment' in Xianxia novels, it's just a joke."
Bai Shaoliu: "Thank you, Professor Chen, I understand! I haven't seen these pictures yet, Sister Zhuang hasn't seen them?"
Professor Chen: "Miss Zhuang hasn't seen it yet."
Bai Shaoliu: "Professor Chen, I beg you one thing, don't show me Sister Zhuang these things before all the operations are completed."
Professor Chen: "I understand what you mean. I will do this so that patients can cooperate more easily."
After Professor Chen left, Bai Shaoliu sat on the head of the bed and looked at the computer simulation renderings, shook his head and sighed. How can I describe the most "beautiful" picture among these pictures? A beautiful doll had half of her face torn and replaced it with another material and barely sewed it together. If there is any improvement, it is to recognize that this is the face of a doll. This picture is like this, let alone other pictures. At this moment, I heard the footsteps outside the door. It was Zhuang Ru who came back, and Xiaobai hid the pictures under the pillow in a panic.
In the middle of the night that day, Xiaobai suddenly woke up from his sleep. In the dark, he saw Zhuang Ru sitting on the sofa without sleeping, covering her face with her hands and twitching gently. She was crying, but she did not make a sound. Xiaobai quickly sat up. The sound of the hospital bed alarmed Zhuang Ru. She secretly wiped the tears from her face and asked in a calm voice: "Xiaobai, why are you getting up? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
Bai Shaoliu: "I'm fine, Sister Zhuang, why don't you sleep?"
Zhuang Ru: "I can't sleep, so I want to sit for a while, you go to bed." Her voice concealed a feeling of despair. Xiaobai felt something was wrong, and reached out to touch the pillow, and the pieces of paper disappeared!
Xiaobai understood why Zhuang Ru cried secretly at night because she saw these postoperative renderings. Zhuang Ru had gradually gotten used to the fact that she was disfigured in front of Xiaobai, and her emotions calmed down. But suddenly there was hope for surgery to repair her calm mood again, and her calm mood was ecstatic again. But now when she saw these things, it was like falling from the peak to the bottom again, even more uncomfortable than the second injury - the effect of the surgery was different from her expectations.
Xiaobai didn't know how to comfort Zhuang Ru, and got off the hospital bed and staggered a few steps to the side of the sofa. He silently hugged Zhuang Ru's head between his chest and abdomen. He stretched out a hand in the dark to stroke her half scarred face: "Sister Zhuang, don't be sad. Isn't the saddest time gone? After surgery, it's much better than not doing surgery. Do you think? The situation will only be better and not worse."
It would be fine if I didn't persuade him. When Zhuang Ru was persuaded, she couldn't help it. She twitched her shoulders and finally cried out. Tears flowed out again and wet Xiaobai's hands. She said in a crying voice: "Xiaobai, thank you, and Miss Luo, but I won't do this surgery anyway. Is there any difference between scaring people twice and only scaring people once?... It costs such a big price and leaving such a big scar on her legs. It's not necessary, it's not worth it!" After saying that, she started crying.
"Okay, okay, if you say you don't do it, then we won't do it! Don't cry, okay?... In fact, you can think of other ways besides plastic surgery..." Xiaobai knew that it was useless to reason at this time, so he could only coax her and then talk. However, when he said this, he suddenly remembered something and his voice stopped.
Zhuang Ru heard his voice strangely and stopped crying for the time being. She raised her tears and asked, "Xiaobai, what are you?...You said there is another way?" Although Zhuang Ru was crying, she could hear every word Xiaobai said clearly.
Xiaobai frowned and said five words: "Golden sores intermittent glue!" The expression in the dark seemed to be trying hard to recall some long-lasting memories.
Zhuang Ru: "What rubber?"
Bai Shaoliu: "Sister Zhuang, don't talk, let me think about it carefully!... Let me tell you, there is a compound Chinese medicine for treating trauma in this world. The effect is very magical and may cure the scars on your face.... Someone told me the prescription and how to use it. I am thinking." Xiaobai thought of something, and he thought of something that happened a long time ago in his hometown, Xiaobai Village.—
At that time, Bai Shaoliu was only five years old, which was just a very hazy age. There was a young man named Bai Jiangmin in their village who joined the army gloriously. Later, he went home to visit relatives and looked for people everywhere to treat a scar on his arm when he was a child. It is said that because the Air Force Military Academy was about to go to the grassroots troops to select pilots, Bai Jiangmin also wanted to go to the military academy, but a veteran told him that the conditions for the selection of pilots were very harsh, and he could not pass the first level of physical examination. Bai Jiangmin was moved and quietly went to the hospital to ask if the doctor could heal the scar. The doctor told him that he could not, but he was not giving up. He took the leave of visiting the family and went back to his hometown to inquire, wanting to see if there was a way for traditional folk Chinese medicine?
Here we explain that the traditional medical skills of Zhixu Kingdom studied the operation of the internal organs, qi, blood and meridians, focusing on symptom-control rather than diagnosis of the disease. The methods used include internal decoctions, external ointment powder, scratching and pulling the right ones, acupuncture points, etc. Because Zhixu Kingdom was the central empire of the Kunlun continent in ancient times, its traditional medical skills over the past three thousand years are called traditional Chinese medicine.
Bai Jiangmin asked around and found an old Chinese doctor, nodding and saying that he could eliminate his scars. He also came to Xiaobai Village in person for treatment. The old Chinese doctor's surname is Jin, and he comes from Shizhu Village at the foot of Zhaoting Mountain in Wucheng. He is very old and people from all over the country called him Grandpa Jin. At that time, the external medicine used by Grandpa Jin to treat scars was called "Golden Surgery Intermittent Glue". He improved the prescription of the trauma medicine that was commonly used in ancient times, and created it based on his decades of medical medicine experience.
Ten days later, Bai Jiangmin's scar really disappeared. There was only a faint trace left on his arm, which was slightly darker than the skin color in other places. No matter how you look at it, you can't see that there is a scar there, you will only think that it was an inconspicuous birthmark.
Why did Xiaobai remember such a long time ago? Because when he just coaxed Zhuang Ru casually and said, "You can think of other ways", he remembered what Professor Chen said in the daytime, "Unless you can find a magical medicine like 'Tianxiang Intermittent Paste' in martial arts novels." The two words "intermittent" flashed in his mind, just like opening a gate of memory. The five words "Golden Suffer Intermittent Paste" emerged from his mouth, and then he vaguely remembered the past of Grandpa Jin, an old Chinese doctor in Wucheng, who was the scar-treated Paste.
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Chapter completed!