Su Qing felt like she was being fooled. Hu Li had previously boasted in front of her about how much say she had in the primary school, and she had been flattering and coaxing her, and had also given her a lot of good things. Now that she really asked for her help, she actually used such words to brush her off.
No matter how angry Su Qing was, she didn't dare to go to Hu Li to say anything. She could only hold her anger and wait a few days to see how the situation would develop. In addition, she was afraid that Song Yun would really go to the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative to complain about her, so she hurried back to the supply and marketing cooperative. She didn't see Song Yun, nor did she see the waiter who was helping her guard the counter, so she rolled her eyes secretly.
"Has Doctor Song been here just now?" Su Qing asked.
He shook his head, "No, do you have something to do with her?"
Su Qing was finally relieved, “It’s okay, just asking casually.”
Song Yun doesn't have the time to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to argue. It won't be too late to file a complaint next time she encounters it.
Once back in the courtyard, Song Yun prepared the herbs first, but was missing two auxiliary medicines. She looked for them in the old man's medicine cabinet, told him, and then asked Ning Songbai to convert the money into cash for him.
Making ointment is a very tedious and time-consuming task, and this scar removal ointment is more complicated to make than ordinary ointments. Song Yun was busy almost from noon until 6:30 in the evening when she had some free time, and the ointment entered the final stage of finishing.
When making plasters, there will inevitably be a medicinal smell. Fortunately, the neighbors nearby have long been accustomed to it. In the past, the old man also made plasters at home from time to time. There is no family with elderly people who has not used the old man’s plasters.
"Sister, the meal is ready." Song Ziyi came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and called Song Yun to eat.
Song Yun stared at the medicine pot on the stove, stirring it non-stop with the long-handled wooden spoon in her hand. "Go call Grandpa Gu. You guys eat first. I'm almost done here. I'll eat later."
Song Ziyi knew that he couldn't get her to come at this time, so he went next door to call the old man to come for dinner.
The old man was grinding medicine. "You've prepared the meal so quickly. What delicious food did you make?" The old man asked Song Ziyi while putting the ground medicine powder into the jar.
Song Ziyi said, "We didn't have much food at home today, so we just stir-fried celery and bamboo shoots, and a plate of braised dried fish."
When the old man heard about braised dried fish, his eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
When Song Ziyi returned to his yard, he saw that his sister had already put out the fire. He hurriedly helped his sister wipe the water droplets from the two washed and hung jars with a clean cloth so that they could be used to fill the ointment later.
"Sister, can this scar removal cream really remove scars?" Song Ziyi asked.
Song Yun, "Of course."
"Can old scars from years ago be okay?"
Song Yun glanced at Song Ziyi. "It's not as effective as a new scar, but it can remove some of the bulge and make the scar lighter. Why are you asking this?"
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