Chapter 47 Lucky Xiaoyue lL1S (jhssd)

"She has a fever caused by a wound infection. How are you taking care of a patient? How could a simple wound become so seriously infected?"

Looking at the horrifying wound on Qin Qing's face, even Dong Cunjun frowned.

The combination of such a beautiful face and such an ugly scar is really too shocking.

"Infected? How could it be infected?"

"Then I have to ask you, either there's something wrong with your diet, or there's some other source of infection."

Dong Cunjun quickly diagnosed Qin Qing and prescribed medicine. He asked Fang Zhiwei to pay the fee first and then took Qin Qing to get an infusion.

"Doctor, will the wound on her face leave scars?"

Fang Zhiwei's eyes were so intimidating that it made Dong Cunjun's scalp numb, but he had no other choice but to tell the truth.

"Before, I could have said she might have scarred. But now that her wound has deteriorated this much, scarring is inevitable. Let her be mentally prepared."

What girl doesn't care about her appearance?

What's more, for a beauty like Qin Qing, if this scar is left, I'm afraid she will no longer have any connection with beauty, and her life will be ruined.

What a pity, what a pity!

Dong Cunjun shook his head with regret. Fang Zhiwei's eyes were dark and unclear. He tightly grasped the payment slip and turned away without saying a word.

Fang Zhiwei stayed with Qin Qing in the hospital for the next few days. The wound on her face was under control and did not worsen, but her fever kept coming back. Fang Zhiwei called Jingdu again, but Li Ran told him that he had once contacted Ning Keqing, who had agreed to help him get medicine, but now she had disappeared.

Fang Zhiwei began to stare at Dong Cunjun. Dong Cunjun was being watched by a devil every day, so he dared not slack off. He could only try his best to help Qin Qing with her treatment. In the end, the fever subsided, but Qin Qing was still in low spirits after waking up.

The only good news was that Ma Fangfang's small team had actually cracked the market, selling all the mops made from the 200 pieces of cloth. On the first day, Liu Xiaoyue alone sold 62 mops, shocking everyone.

"Oh, Qin Qing, you don't know. Xiaoyue was really lucky that day. She saw an old man carrying something too heavy, so she helped him carry it all the way back home. She carried it all the way to the sixth floor! When she was done, the old man saw she was holding a mop and asked her what it was. She took the mop and cleaned the whole house inside and out. Guess what happened?"

In the ward, Ma Fangfang vividly told Qin Qing about Liu Xiaoyue's glorious sales achievements.

Qin Qing was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and with gauze on her face. She looked extremely weak. Standing in front of her were the seven people she had selected to sell mops together.

Knowing that she was not feeling well and not wanting to disturb her, Qin Wanguo arranged for them to visit her on behalf of the villagers.

Qin Qing smiled slightly and asked softly, "What was the result?"

"I took Xiaoyue to the shoe factory's residential compound. The old man there must be a big shot. He immediately called everyone in the building out to buy mops from Xiaoyue. There were 62 households in that building, and he sold 62 mops! Xiaoyue, you're truly blessed!"

Ma Fangfang patted Liu Xiaoyue's cheek. Liu Xiaoyue said shyly, "I'm lucky. Sister Qing is willing to let me do it! Sister Qing, you should get better soon. We will help you sell more mops."

"Okay, I'll get better soon."

Qin Qing smiled slightly.

Ma Fangfang chatted for a while, and seeing that Qin Qing was getting sleepy, she quickly took everyone away.

Before leaving, she pulled Fang Zhiwei aside and whispered, "Zhiwei, we've finished our 200 pieces of cloth. The goods after that..."

"I've already arranged it. The textile factory will deliver the remaining cloth to the village today. Ask Uncle Wan Guo to pick it up."

Fang Zhiwei had already arranged this with Xu Sifang.

He also transferred the remaining payment to Xu Sifang in one lump sum. Unexpectedly, the mop had opened up the market so quickly. Xu Sifang was extremely excited and wanted to talk to Qin Qing about the next step of cooperation right away.

Fang Zhiwei mentioned Qin Qing's illness, and Xu Sifang could only wait for two more days until Qin Qing recovered before talking about it.

"Okay, then you take good care of Qing, and we will take care of the rest!"

Ma Fangfang was also full of energy. Thinking that the cloth had to be delivered to the village, she hurriedly took people back.

The first batch of mops has been sold out, so they have to hurry to make the second batch. This year, they can finally have a prosperous Chinese New Year!

"Comrade Fang, all the comrades who came to visit the patient have left..."

Dong Cunjun leaned forward and smiled at Fang Zhiwei with a flattering look on his face.

"Doctor Dong, is there any problem?"

"It's not a big deal. Qin Qing's fever has subsided and her condition has stabilized. From now on, just pay attention to her diet, let her rest well, and recuperate at home. There's no need to stay in the hospital all the time, the hospitalization fee is expensive, isn't it..."

Dong Cunjun would never admit that he was so exhausted from being stared at by Fang Zhiwei that going to work every day was like going to a grave.

Just a friendly reminder, Qin Qing is actually ready to be discharged from the hospital.

"The wound on her face..."

When Fang Zhiwei asked this question, Dong Cunjun felt his scalp tingling. He smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Comrade Fang, her injury can be cured, but I really can't do anything about the scar..."

In the middle of winter, Dong Cunjun was sweating profusely because Fang Zhiwei had given him such a strong sense of dizziness.

Fang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and stopped making things difficult for Dong Cunjun.

If he really couldn't find Ning Keqing, then he would have no choice but to take Qin Qing to find Old Man Ning.

"Okay, I'll take Qin Qing out of the hospital tomorrow. Thanks to Dr. Dong."

Fang Zhiwei's words made Dong Cunjun breathe a sigh of relief. Every time Fang Zhiwei asked him about Qin Qing's injury, he began to suspect that he was a quack doctor and that was why he couldn't cure the injury on Qin Qing's face.

The next day, Fang Zhiwei completed the discharge procedures for Qin Qing. When he told her she could go home, Qin Qing remained calm.

On the way back, Qin Qing didn't say a word, and was like a completely different person.

Fang Zhiwei blamed himself deeply, because it was because of him that Qin Qing was injured.

Both of them were carrying their own concerns and remained silent all the way. When they returned home, Tang Min saw Qin Qing and carefully took her in. Fang Zhiwei had been taking care of Qin Qing at the county hospital for the past few days. Tang Min ran back and forth every day to bring her food. Seeing her daughter's haggard appearance, she felt distressed.

"Qing'er, it's all because of Mommy not taking good care of you!"

Dong Cunjun mentioned the source of infection, but in the end they still didn't figure out what it was.

Tang Min could only blame herself for not taking good care of Qin Qing. Qin Qing lay on the bed and just shook her head silently.

"Mom, I want to rest for a while, you can go out first."

Looking at Qin Qing's weak appearance, Tang Min felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do. He could only leave, looking back every few steps, and close the door.

Qin Qing sat up and groped for the mirror on the side. She slowly peeled off the gauze on her face.

The wound on her in the mirror had healed a lot, but the dark red scar was still there, running directly across her right cheek, clinging to it like a centipede.

Qin Qing slowly healed the wound on her face. She had not yet adapted to her ugly self, and her eyes were full of fatigue.

She has always been in good health, but this time she had a severe fever and she still feels weak and frail.

Her eyelids began to grow heavy again, and Qin Qing's consciousness fell into a daze again. It was strange. She had felt better in the hospital, so why did she feel sleepy again?

"Aunt San, I heard Qing'er was sick, so I came to see her."

Tang Zhimei's soft voice came from outside, her tone filled with deep worry.

"Chimei, you're so thoughtful."

"I also brought some spiritually-refreshing flowers and plants. Aunt San, plant them all and they will help Qing'er recover."

Tang Zhimei was holding a bag in her hand. When she opened the bag, there was a bunch of flowers and plants inside. Her eyes were clear and a hint of poison flashed across her smile.