Chapter 252 It is

a luxury for The two arrived outside the family compound. Mingzhu found the guard with a humble smile on her face and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, Master. My name is Mingzhu. I want to go to your Director Zheng's house."

The guard looked at the two of them: "Do you have an appointment?"

Mingzhu shook her head: "I am here to run errands for Director Song of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of Nanshi People's Hospital to deliver special medicine to Director Zheng's daughter. Please run errands and ask her daughter if it is convenient for her to apply the medicine now."

Everyone in this family compound knows that the director's daughter is 23 years old this year. Since seven years ago, she has been getting pimples on her face. She has been prescribed a lot of Chinese medicine in the hospital. After taking a long course of treatment each time, she finally sees some effect, but as soon as she stops taking the medicine, it will immediately return to its original state and cannot be cured.

The previously arranged marriage between two people of equal social status was cancelled because the man did not like her face.

Later, their family was still angry and proposed three more marriages, but the conditions were not as good as the last time, and they all fell through.

The last time, the man's parents were even ordinary workers, and the other party's parents readily agreed to the marriage because of Director Zheng's status.

But after the man and the woman got along with each other for a few times, he saw that her face was either wet or pus-filled, and the disgusted expression on her face still hurt the woman's heart.

This time, the woman took the initiative to cancel the marriage, and now, the daughter of Director Zheng's family has become a joke in the compound.

This matter was heard by a nurse a few days ago when Wang Cuiju went to the hospital to make a plaster for someone.

The nurse asked her if the plaster was useful for that stubborn disease. She was not sure at the time, so she said she would come back to ask.

After asking Mingzhu, Mingzhu told her to go for it boldly. At that time, Wang Cuiju also said that she would take some time next week to find an opportunity to get close to the director's daughter.

Unexpectedly, before she could do anything, she was tricked by the annoying Huang family.

But it didn't matter. Writing on a blank piece of paper allowed her to express herself freely.

The guard didn't doubt anything anymore and asked the two to wait. He trotted into the courtyard. After a while, he came out and said to the two, "Okay, you go in."

Mingzhu was a little embarrassed: "Master, can you take us there? This is my first time here and I don't know the way."

The guard pointed the way for her: "Go to the end of this road and turn right. There is the only single-family courtyard. There are roses planted in the courtyard. It is easy to find."

Mingzhu thanked him and turned back to give Jiang Duo a playful wink.

Seeing the lively look between her eyebrows, Jiang Duo, who usually doesn't show his emotions outside, also had a faint curve at the corner of his lips.

The two came to the door of the evidence house, and Mingzhu took the initiative to knock on the door.

The person who opened the door was Director Zheng's wife, who was in her 40s. Mingzhu smiled and said, "Hello, Director's wife. I'm here to treat Miss Zheng."

Director Zheng's wife didn't smile at all, but frowned. "What kind of special medicine is this time? Are you going to use my Minmin as an experiment again?"

"Don't worry, this medicine has been tested a long time ago. I can guarantee that it will heal Miss Zheng's face. As long as you cooperate, within a month, no, within half a month, I guarantee that she can recover to a normal state."

The director's wife had heard such big talk before, and she couldn't help but snorted: "Okay, everyone said so before prescribing the medicine, but after the treatment, everyone said it was a difficult and complicated disease. If you want to treat the disease, just treat it. Don't talk big, otherwise you will lose face if you can't cure it. Come in."

Mingzhu didn't get angry because of this. She had seen too many cases where long-term illnesses could not be cured, and the family members and patients themselves were discouraged.

She smiled warmly and wanted to go in.

Jiang Duo pulled her. Since he had sent the person safely, he could feel at ease.

He whispered, "It's inconvenient for me to go in to treat the lady, so I'll stay at the door. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, just call me loudly."

"Okay."

After Mingzhu entered the room, she closed the door casually. While the director's wife went to the room to call Zheng Min, she immediately went into the space, took out all the things she needed, put them in a homemade cloth bag, and came out.

Zheng Min's facial features were actually very delicate, but because of the red pimples all over her face and the pus that had flowed out of each pimple and had not been wiped off in time, her whole face looked a little disgusting.

When she raised her eyes and saw Mingzhu's beautiful, clean and white face, she felt inexplicably jealous.

She couldn't understand why everything that others could easily have was a luxury for her?

Mingzhu saw the inferiority, grievance and unwillingness in the heart of the long-term patient when facing her face.

She smiled and comforted directly: "Ms. Zheng, your face is much better than I thought. I have treated more serious cases than yours before. It seems that it will take less than half a month. In ten days, I can make you have skin like mine."

Zheng Min was still angry when she heard the first half of the sentence, but she was stunned when she heard the second half: "Are you... serious?"

Mingzhu nodded and smiled: "It's better to see it with your own eyes. Go wash your face first, and I'll start to prepare."

Zheng Min glanced at her mother.

Her mother was also skeptical, after all, she had been disappointed too many times.

After washing her face, she came out and sat on the sofa. Mingzhu handed her a glass of spiritual spring water and asked her to drink it. She immediately felt refreshed. She had been depressed because of this face for several years. This was the first time she felt comfortable from the bottom of her heart.

Mingzhu asked her to lean her head on the back of the sofa. After applying a thick layer of cream on Zheng Min's face, she put a pure blue spiritual spring medicine patch on it.

Zheng Min frowned. The cool and comfortable feeling she had never experienced before spread across her face, as if something was pouring into her continuously. She felt... so comfortable.

Mingzhu raised her wrist from time to time to check the time. After ten minutes, she took off the patch.

The thick layer of cream inside had been completely absorbed by the skin, and the moisture on the patch also left a layer of luster on the skin.

Zheng Min couldn't see her own face, but she saw the shocked expression on her mother's face.

Mingzhu handed her mirror to Zheng Min. Zheng Min took a look and her eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Ten minutes ago, her face was still red and swollen, but now the redness and swelling had subsided, and the bumps on the pus had almost disappeared. It can't be said that it was the same as a normal person, but it was definitely the best time for her facial skin in the past few years.

The mother and daughter inexplicably believed that this time, Old Zheng really found the right person.

The director's wife looked at Mingzhu excitedly: "You can really make my daughter's face completely healthy in ten days, right?"

Mingzhu nodded: "Yes, no, I should say I can do it, but now I can't do it..."