Hua Shichu opened Song Zhiyao's clothes and saw that his body was covered with bruises and redness. He had obviously been beaten badly, and because he was so thin that his ribs were all visible, these injuries were even more terrifying.
"Why don't we go to the hospital?" Hua Shichu even suspected that he might have internal bleeding.
"I won't go." Song Zhiyao didn't take the injuries on his body to heart at all, as if these injuries were painted.
When Hua Shi first saw this stubborn man with his thin lips pursed tightly and his face looking cold and stubborn, she stopped trying to persuade him and directly picked up the ointment and gave him some medicine for his injuries.
During the process of getting the medicine, Hua Shichu discovered that there were many old scars on his body, which were deep and shallow. They were obviously abused. She was stunned for a moment and realized why there was no pain in this guy's body. It turned out that It's because I'm used to it.
Combined with the death of Song Zhiyao's parents, Hua Shichu almost guessed how he got these old injuries, but she didn't ask.
After treating the wounds on the front, Hua Shichu treated the wounds on his back. Because he had curled up and used his back to bear the beatings from those gangsters, the wounds on his back were much more serious than those on the front, and there were almost no good ones. place.
Hua Shichu didn't need to apply medicine according to the size of the wound, but directly applied the ointment evenly on his entire back.
"Okay, let's get dressed." Hua Shichu said. After thinking about it, she picked up Song Zhiyao's left hand and felt his pulse. She found that his internal injuries were not serious and he just needed a good rest. He had probably been there since he was a child. He has gained experience in being beaten, and he knows how to minimize the damage to his body, so although Song Zhiyao's injuries look serious at this moment, they are actually just flesh wounds.
Song Zhiyao slowly put on his clothes, his childish face still expressionless. Hua Shichu looked at the hideous scar that spanned most of his face and found it very unpleasant. If it weren't for the scar on his face, Despite the scar, Song Zhiyao was actually very handsome, with a high nose and pointed eyebrows, which was a pity.
"Hey, do you want to get rid of this scar on your face?" Hua Shichu asked him. Now that she had met this poor little guy, she couldn't bear to see a handsome boy disfigured, so she was kind enough to help him.
Song Zhiyao immediately raised his eyes, and looked directly at Hua Shichu with a pair of clear and sharp eyes. Even though his face was still expressionless, his eyes had betrayed his inner peace: "It can't be eliminated."
"There is no such thing as impossible with me. If you want to remove it, I can help you." Hua Shichu said directly. Although the scar on Song Zhiyao's face is hideous, it can actually be removed using modern medical cosmetic methods, but The effect is not that good and some shallow marks will be left behind.
But if Hua Shichu uses her own medicine and treatment to remove it, it can be restored to the original state, guaranteed to be exactly the same as before the disfigurement.
Song Zhiyao's slightly rapid breathing betrayed his mood, but he still had doubts about Hua Shichu's words. After all, Hua Shichu was just a strange and beautiful girl. Although she was very skilled, it did not mean that she had There is a way to deal with your own scars.
"I gave you a chance because of your pity. Now it's up to you whether you can seize this opportunity." Hua Shichu said with a smile, with coaxing words like a charlatan.
Song Zhiyao clearly knew that he shouldn't trust strangers casually, but now facing Hua Shichu, he didn't know why, but he felt that what she said was true. If he missed this opportunity, he would definitely regret it in the future.
So he chose to listen to his inner hunch, believe Hua Shichu's seemingly unreliable words, and said with firm eyes: "I believe you, I want to get rid of this scar."
This scar was made when he was five years old. His father, an alcoholic and gambler, used a red-hot iron rod to burn him like this. It has been more than ten years now, and the hyperplastic scar looks extremely scary. Children can be scared to cry when they see him. Even when adults see him, they will stay away from him as if they saw some ghost. When he went to school, his classmates bullied him and called him ugly...Song Zhiyao almost Every moment he hoped that the scar on his face would disappear. Now, he seemed to see hope.
When Hua Shichu heard his answer, she was very happy: "Okay, since you said so, I will promise to help you remove the scar. However, I don't have any medicine on hand right now, so I have to check your scar first."
Song Zhiyao nodded, and Hua Shichu went to check the scars on his face.
"Is it a burn?" she asked.
"It was a burn from a red-hot iron rod." Song Zhiyao said very calmly. Now he only felt Hua Shichu's soft and warm hands gently pressing on his scar. The scar that had healed long ago seemed to be particularly sensitive. Standing up, he could almost feel the direction of her fingerprints, and he moved uncomfortably.
"Don't move." Hua Shichu said, lowering her eyes and observing his scars very carefully. As expected, Song Zhiyao immediately did not dare to move, and could only try his best not to care about the touch of her hand.
"Okay." Hua Shichu said. Song Zhiyao felt that a long time had passed. When he heard her say this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Hua Shichu found it funny: "I'm just checking you out, don't be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Song Zhiyao said uncomfortably, "I'm just not used to others touching me."
"Okay, I've probably checked the situation for you, and then I'll get the medicine that's suitable for you. By the way, I'm going to use Chinese medicine to treat scars. You don't resist Chinese medicine, do you?" Hua Shichu suddenly asked, She knew that many people in this era did not believe in traditional Chinese medicine. If Song Zhiyao did not believe in it, she would not force it. The scar was not on her face anyway.
"No resistance." Fortunately, Song Zhiyao is not a bad doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.
Hua Shichu nodded and wanted to leave. She had stayed here long enough, but when she was about to go out, she suddenly remembered what the male teacher had asked her to do, so she said to Song Zhiyao: "By the way, Your teacher wants you to go back to school. I also think it’s best for you to continue studying. Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you. I just tell you based on my own life experience that if you don’t study, Life will be a thousand times more difficult than studying, so think about it yourself."
After she finished speaking, she left without waiting for Song Zhiyao to answer.
Song Zhiyao listened to her words and sat in silence for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking or whether he listened to Hua Shichu's persuasion.
After Hua Shichu returned, she spent two days preparing the medicine. Because she used herbs from her companion space, it was not difficult to gather the medicine. However, preparing the medicine required skills. Hua Shichu spent a long time in order not to make any mistakes. A little more.
