Then, she picked up the small bamboo jar, opened the lid, scooped out a dollop of milky white ointment with a bamboo stick, and then evenly applied it to Mu Tao's face.
"That's it?"
Mu Tao, squinting, saw her put down the bamboo strip and asked.
"No."
Sang Ning washed her hands thoroughly when she went to get the ointment before, and this time she carefully wiped her hands with a damp cotton ball again, and then moved her fingers a few times before saying, "Bear with it, the bruising is about to start."
Before she finished speaking, her hand landed on Mu Tao's face.
Everyone watched as her fingers tapped across Mu Tao's face like she was playing a piano, then began to draw circles...
When the pointer was drawn, Mu Tao didn't react. But when the pointer was drawn, Mu Tao started moaning and groaning in pain. Her hands, which were on her knees, changed from being open to being clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her hands were showing.
It hurts.
"hiss,"
He gasped, "Gently, gently."
"It's already very light."
Considering his physical limitations, she didn't use much force.
"Even the lightest treatment won't be effective; a single ointment is better."
Mu Tao, "..."
Mu Tao, "..."
Mu Tao had nothing to say; she resigned herself to her fate.
He endured it so his face would heal faster.
It's better to have a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one. You must remember this: don't struggle or push Sang Ning away, or all your previous efforts will be in vain.
So, Mu Tao, who kept trying to mentally prepare herself, sat in the chair like a wooden doll and endured it.
Ten minutes later, Sang Ning stopped. By then, Mu Tao's face was completely numb and he could no longer feel his face.
However, Fimonloya and the viewers in the live stream gained a very direct understanding of Mu Tao's face.
No, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like the swelling in Peach's face has gone down a lot.
[It's not my imagination, I swear his face really does look a lot better, and his dark circles have faded a bit.]
[Is it the ointment? Or the application technique? Or perhaps both?]
[Both factors must be present; neither alone could produce this effect.]
I'm getting increasingly curious about what it will be like to use a different kind of ointment.
[Big Peach, how are you feeling right now?]
Big Peach doesn't feel anything now, he feels nothing at all. His face seems to have detached from his body, so how could he feel anything?
He lost the will to reply and watched as Sang Ning opened another bamboo tube and used a bamboo stick to scoop out a large dollop of pale green ointment, which he then applied evenly to his face.
This time, she didn't use her hands. Instead, she spread the paste evenly with a bamboo strip, then discarded the strip, told the customer to sit still, put the lid on, and left with the bamboo jar.
Mu Tao, “???”
Is that all?
Are we just going to ignore him?
He opened his mouth to call out Sang Ning's name, but the audience, filled with shock, sent out special effects comments asking Sang Ning's question first.
Ningning, aren't you going to take care of Big Peach anymore?
[You just smeared a layer of gel-like ointment on his face and that was it?]
Ningning, quickly turn around and look at poor Big Peach, he's staring at you longingly.
"Let him see."
It's not like I'll lose a piece of my flesh, so look at me however you want.
Sang Ning put the ointment away and said as she walked out, "Once the ointment is almost fully absorbed, Big Peach will be a lively and energetic Big Peach again."
But she's busy.
We have to get rid of all the grapes today, no matter what.
So, after putting away the ointment, Sang Ning went off to brew wine again.
Mu Tao sat on the chair with a wronged expression, watching Sang Ning and the others chatting and laughing as they prepared grapes and added honey. Her feelings were very complicated.
He also deeply regretted his foolish decision to chase after the monkey head mushroom. If he hadn't chased after the monkey head mushroom, he wouldn't be in this state now, and he wouldn't have missed the winemaking process.
regret!
I was so regretful I wanted to die!
Just as she was regretting it, Monkey Head Mushroom returned with the Horned Dragon family, looking all smug. Mu Tao got angry as soon as she saw Monkey Head Mushroom, and her temper flared up uncontrollably again.
But his anger was quickly suppressed, simply because he suddenly felt something on his face.
First, he felt a cool sensation on his face. A few seconds later, he felt his skin, which had been so tense and numb that he could barely feel anything, begin to relax.
He curved his lips into a smile, and he could feel himself smiling.
He raised his eyebrows again, and could feel them moving as well.
Unable to contain his excitement, he reached out to tentatively touch his face. There was no pain anymore, only a very faint, cool sensation, like taking a breath of cool air.
Am I all better now?
He jumped up from his chair in surprise and ran to Sang Ning to ask.
"It's not that fast; it's just that the two ointments working together have a catalytic effect."
Sang Ning replied without looking up, then picked up the bamboo tube containing honey and poured it into the grapes.
"catalytic?"
Elliott asked curiously, "Can an ointment produce a catalytic effect?"
"able."
Sang Ning explained, "The two ointments use completely different medicinal ingredients and in different amounts. When the two ointments with different effects are combined and penetrate each other, new effects will appear, thereby accelerating Mu Tao's face recovery."
As she spoke, she added, "These two ointments are incredibly effective at reducing swelling and bruising. Next time you have swelling or bruising anywhere, just apply the ointment yourself."
That's a good option.
However, it seems like they won't be able to use them, since they're not as reckless as Big Peach.
Big Peach had no idea what they were thinking. With his facial sensation fully restored, he became a lively and energetic Big Peach again, constantly circling around Sang Ning and the others, asking about everything related to brewing while helping them.
After finishing everything, he set his sights on the remaining green grapes, and was even tempted to turn them into wine.
Sang Ning refused, saying seriously, "Green-skinned fruit can't be used to make wine; it's too sour. Honey isn't as sweet as white sugar anyway, so the wine would be inedible."
"It's better to make raisins."
"Are raisins tasty?"
As soon as he said this, everyone stared intently at Sang Ning, even Monkey Head Mushroom's eyes seemed to grow bigger at that moment.
Sang Ning was truly impressed by them; they were the kind of people who only thought about food and whether it was good or not.
Sang Ning likes raisins and naturally thinks they're delicious, but, "The book says raisins taste sweet and sour. As for whether they're good or not, you'll know once you've tried them. Don't ask me, I don't know."
When can we eat?
Since Sang Ning didn't know, they would taste it themselves.
Mu Tao and the others were incredibly excited about the raisins.
Sang Ning glanced at the clay oven, pondered for a moment, and said, "If this oven can be dried and used normally by tomorrow, you can eat raisins the day after tomorrow."
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