"Sister, there is some candy here. I'll give it to you first!"
As soon as Yang Chen finished speaking, a burst of fragrance floated around him, and he saw Sun Yahan in a white coat squatting next to Yang Chen. He got an Albes lollipop from somewhere and handed it to the little girl.
The seven-year-old girl blinked and glanced up at her mother, with some yearning in her eyes, but her tutor told her not to take other people's things casually.
"Thank you sister."
The girl's mother seemed to relax a lot, smiled quickly, and said patiently.
"Thank you sister, thank you brother."
The little girl took the lollipop and smiled happily.
"Then... just bear with it, it may feel a little itchy later."
As Yang Chen spoke, he unscrewed the cap of Wufang Cream, took out a piece of white lotion with his hand, and gently applied it on the scar on the little girl's face.
The little girl just stood there obediently, letting Yang Chen keep applying it.
Her mother was holding her behind her, her eyes filled with not only expectation but also worry.
after all……
For 20,000 yuan, they let their daughter do experiments. As a mother, they were very sad. But because of the burns on their daughter’s face, they had gone to many big hospitals. Although they received treatment, there were still burns on their faces.
A trace that will never be removed in a lifetime.
Others also gathered around and took videos with their mobile phones, wanting to see if Wufang Ointment was as magical as the legend says.
Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Hou Ziyi's face looked very ugly.
As a family of traditional Chinese medicine plasters.
When Yang Chen opened the bottle cap, he had already smelled a unique fragrance. Through the fragrance, Hou Ziyi could barely tell that several of the medicinal materials were precious Chinese medicinal materials for treating burns, and there was also Polygonum multiflorum, which smelled like
It is more pure and should be wild.
At this moment, he was already panicking inside.
After about five minutes, Yang Chen applied five layers almost evenly on the little girl's face. The amount of each layer was not very large. After five layers, it was almost one-seventh of a bottle of Wufang ointment, which means
One bottle is just enough for one course of treatment.
With each layer applied, Yang Chen's right hand gently rubbed on the girl's face. A stream of soft infuriating energy entered her cheek skin along the palm of his hand, constantly stimulating the efficacy of the Wufang ointment.
This is the only way Yang Chen can currently prove the efficacy of Wufang Ointment. Although the effect of Wufang Ointment can be exerted very quickly with the blessing of zhenqi, this does not mean that without the stimulation of zhenqi, the effectiveness of Wufang Ointment
The effect will be reduced.
He just wanted to slap Hou Ziyi in the face as quickly as possible.
After another ten minutes, everyone present gradually lost their patience.
Yang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at the little girl: "Little sister, does your face feel a little cool and itchy?"
"yes."
"It's so itchy."
The little girl wanted to grab it with her hands, but was stopped by Yang Chen: "Be patient, it only takes five minutes. After five minutes, the marks on your face will fade a lot, and you will be a beautiful girl again."
.”
"Five minutes, are you kidding me? I really think Wufang Ointment is a miracle medicine!"
Hou Ziyi couldn't help but shouted coldly, his tone full of ridicule.
"Just ask if you don't understand. Don't be pretentious."
Yang Chen stood up, lit a cigarette, turned to look at Hou Ziyi, who had his hands in his pockets, and said with disdain: "When will your Xijing Hou family put such pretentious and arrogant efforts into developing drugs?"
"you!"
Hou Ziyi was so angry that he wanted to get angry, but in the face of so many people, he still had to protect the reputation of the Hou family in Xijing. He could only bite his back molars and sneered: "Yang Chen, I want to watch it for five minutes."
After that, the efficacy of your fake medicine. If it has no effect after five minutes, you should close down!"
"Okay, I just have time to gamble."
"Does Young Master Hou have the courage?"
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and smiled playfully.
"What to bet on?"
Hou Ziyi is currently riding a tiger. He knows that the Wufang ointment in Yang Chen's hand is real, but even the Hou family in Xijing cannot cure the mark on the girl's face within five minutes, let alone a small villager like him.
This immediately gave Hou Ziyi confidence.
"Let's see, today is the launch of our Jishengtang's new medicine, so it's a good start. If the mark on the little girl's face fades a lot in five minutes, then... Master Hou, how about donating about 500,000 yuan to us as a congratulatory gift?
?”
Yang Chen smiled.
"Five hundred thousand? Why don't you go and grab it!"
When he thought about being paid two million by Yang Chen last time, Hou Ziyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
After returning to Xijinghou's house, grandma Yanagawa Mei almost scolded him to death.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it. Anyway, your Xijing Hou family has always been so virtuous. Apart from pretending, you have no real ability."
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay! Five hundred thousand is half a million. It only takes five minutes. No, it should be three minutes. If half of the mark on this girl's face disappears, I will give you half a million."
"If not, I want you to admit personally that this is fake medicine, apologize to everyone, and let Jishengtang close its doors forever!"
Hou Ziyi said with a cold face and gritted teeth.
"It's a small thing, I promise you!"
Yang Chen nodded without even thinking about it.
The onlookers became interested when they heard that the two people were betting against each other. They all whispered about who would win. They seemed to have forgotten that the purpose of coming today was to buy Wufang Ointment to treat their family members.
"Yang Chen, are you sure?"
When Sun Yahan heard that Jisheng Hall was about to close, she stepped forward with some concern and asked in a low voice.
"Yahan, don't worry, grandpa believes in Yang Chen."
Sun Siyuan said categorically.
"Boy, it's time to see the effect!"
"That's right, don't delay!"
"Does your Jishengtang's Wufang Ointment work? If not, just say so."
At this time, shouts came out from the crowd, and everyone started to encourage them, like everyone was eating melon.
"Why are you so anxious? This is not the moment to witness a miracle."
Yang Chen was not in a hurry, he slowly stepped forward and squatted down, and then asked Sun Yahan to bring a basin of hot water and a towel.
He picked up a wet towel and gently began to wipe the little girl's cheeks covered with white lotion. In five minutes, the lotion had solidified into a block.
As the solid blocks on her face fell off piece by piece, everyone stared at the little girl's scars with wide eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Really...really gone?"
The next moment, Lao Wang, who was standing at the front, exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.
The girl's mother also reacted. Her expectant eyes were fixed on the little girl's fair cheek, and tears welled up in her eyes: "It's really good, it's true, it's really good!"