Ying Han knew their concerns. "Hey, I know my face is very serious. My family has been very strict with me these days. They don't even let me look in the mirror. Sometimes they talk without me in front of them, but I actually hear them."

"Xiao Han, please don't have any negative emotions. I read a book before. This kind of negative emotions will greatly affect your physical recovery."

As soon as Shen Miaoqing finished speaking, Jiang Mo hit him with a hammer. "What book is this? How come I don't know about it?"

“From a magazine.”

Ying Han looked at the two bickering lovers and felt amused. Chen Miaoqing, really, was too bold to say that he liked someone.

Jiang Mo is a careless person and he definitely didn't notice it.

If this continues, it is very likely that we will miss it.

The two played around in Ying Han's ward for a while and then left.

In fact, the two of them were deliberately trying to liven up the atmosphere, fearing that if they talked about the injury on his face, Ying Han would not be able to bear it and would have an emotional breakdown.

Ying Han also knew that when people came over, not many mentioned her injuries, but mostly talked about other things.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the wound on her face must be serious and they were all nervous.

Ying Han sighed and drank a few more sips of the water in the space.

She gently touched her face. It was hard and scarred. It had been itching since yesterday. She knew it was a symptom of recovery and tried to restrain herself from touching it.

She drank too much water and went to the toilet three times in a short while.

I just came out and saw a female comrade next to me holding a mirror and standing by the window at the end of the corridor. Her hair was loose, as if she was preparing to comb her hair.

Ying Han's eyes lit up and he followed him. "Comrade, can I use your mirror?"

"Of course, here you go." The female comrade didn't care and kindly gave it to Ying Han.

Just as Ying Han picked up the mirror, Ying's mother appeared in the corridor with a lunch box. She could clearly see her daughter's face.

I spotted her by the window immediately, watched her pick up the mirror, and nervously called out "Hanhan."

Unfortunately, it was too late, Ying Han had already seen his face in the mirror.

The injury on the forehead was only covered with a gauze, which was not a big problem. The right side of the face was wrapped with a large gauze and was still slightly swollen. I gently peeled off the gauze.

I found that the inside was black and covered with scabs. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still so shocked that I dropped the mirror.

"ah..."

"Hanhan, it's okay, it's okay, it will be fine. Don't get emotional now, don't cry. Otherwise, your newly scabbed skin will crack again, and it might even get inflamed."

Ying's mother ran directly to her daughter, not caring about the lunch box in her hand, and threw it directly to the ground. She held Ying Han's face with both hands, trying her best to prevent her from crying and showing any expression.

"Mom, mom, my face..."

"It's okay. The doctor said it will be fine once the scabs fall off." Ying's mother tried her best to comfort her daughter, while saying to the female comrade next to her, "Comrade, we'll compensate you for the mirror later. We'll stay in room 217."

"No... no thanks."

The female comrade next to her was also dumbfounded and waved her hands repeatedly. She said that she had just kindly let her use the mirror and didn't know about her injury.

Ying Han's eyes turned red as Ying's mother held her face like this, and she moved back to the ward step by step.

Such a big noise also alarmed the doctor.

The doctor came over and examined Ying Han, trying to comfort her. "You'll be discharged the day after tomorrow. You've recovered well from your injuries. The wound is now scabbed over, so you shouldn't show any big expressions. In seven or eight days, the scar will fall off and tender flesh will appear. As long as you stay out of the wind and sun, pay attention to your diet, and apply the ointment given by the hospital every day, you'll definitely be healed."

"Yes, yes, did you hear that? The doctor said it will get better."

"Yeah, your scars are the ugliest right now, so just don't mind it."

Ying Han lowered his head and listened to their advice without saying a word.

No wonder she had to drink space water every day to recover like this, it turns out this is so serious.

She estimated that a lot of skin and flesh on her face had been knocked off.

If she didn't have this space of water, she might have to bear a large scar on the right side of her face for the rest of her life.

She always thought that her life would be blessed with luck and luck after traveling through time, but it was not true.

No matter how you came here, or how many strange and unimaginable golden fingers you have, what is supposed to happen will still happen.

When Deng Chen arrived, Ying Han had already been lying on the bed, immersed in his own thoughts for a long time.

Ying's mother thought she couldn't accept it and was grieving alone.

Seeing Deng Chen coming, he quickly asked him to help persuade them.

The food she cooked was spilled all over the floor, so Ying's mother had to go to the cafeteria to buy some food for her child.

Ying Han was not in the mood to eat, and she couldn't eat either.

Deng Chen saw Ying's mother off and it was a rare occasion for him to accompany her tonight.

Seeing that she didn't want to eat, he didn't force her. Just like last time, he lay down beside her and let her rest her head on his.

He stayed silent with her for a long time before he said, "Don't you want to marry me anymore?"

Ying Han was stunned, and his two big black eyes rolled towards him. "Who said that?"

"I guessed. I thought you saw yourself in this state and didn't want to implicate me, so you were planning how to break up with me."

Ying Han glanced at him and snorted softly, "I told you before that I'll definitely be relying on you for the rest of my life. I wouldn't say such a thing unless you despise me. If that's the case, I won't pester you."

"I can't. Don't you think that since one of us has a disabled hand and the other has a disabled face, we are a perfect match?"

Ying Han couldn't help laughing when Deng Chen teased him.

Deng Chen saw this and quickly held her face with both hands. "Next time you want to laugh, just hold your face like this and don't pull on the wound."

"It's all your fault that I wanted to laugh."

"Aren't you sad now?"

"I wasn't sad at all, I was just shocked when I saw my face. It was so ugly that I couldn't even look at it.

Thinking about how it was swollen like a pig's head a few days ago, I don't even dare to think about how ugly it would be.

No wonder people who come to visit me these days don’t dare to speak in front of me. They must think my face will never get better.”

"Anyone who gets a large cut on their body will swell up, let alone you. This is normal, so don't overthink it.

After the Lunar New Year, the scabs on your face will fall off, and in half a month, your face might be back to normal."

"Deng Chen, do you really not dislike me?"

"I don't mind you. You are always the most beautiful and the cutest in my heart."

Ying Han held her face in her hands, hummed softly, and snuggled into Deng Chen's arms coquettishly, rubbing her good cheek against Deng Chen's chest, reluctant to separate. Suddenly, she felt an urge to cling to someone's arms and act coquettishly.

Deng Chen was so itchy that he put his arms around her and made her quiet down.

Ying Han's playful legs became restless again, and he placed one leg directly on his waist.

Deng Chen was quite helpless and let her play tricks on him. As long as she could be happy, it was fine. He stared at her with a growing smile.

"Hanhan, have you had any contact with Wang Xiu'e recently?"

"No, I've been busy with my home furnishing store lately. What happened to her?"

"This time it wasn't just a car accident."