When Mo Yitao and Wen Shengtao opened the gate to go to work, they were startled to see someone standing there. After recognizing the person, Mo Yitao quickly invited them inside and then called Lu Yuan and Wen Moxue.
The two had just gotten up, and Wen Moxue quickly tidied herself up and came out with the medicine.
"Madam Director, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"No, no, I arrived too early and have disturbed you."
She paused for a moment and then added, "If you don't mind, please call me Aunt Cao from now on. Don't call me Madam, it's too formal."
“Okay, Aunt Cao!” Wen Moxue immediately changed her address.
Cao Qingyue smiled gently and asked, "Dr. Wen, how much does this medicine cost? Was the deposit I gave yesterday enough?"
Wen Moxue replied with a smile, "I've already called you aunt, so you can just call me by my name too. The deposit is enough. If the medicine works, we can talk about the price. If it doesn't work, the deposit will be refunded."
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In about ten days, the scars on Yan Yuting's face were no longer so scary. The previously uneven scars, which were a mix of yellow, white, and black, gradually turned pink.
Even the renowned doctor Huang Shiwen exclaimed that it was a miracle.
The Yan family of three came to ask for the medicine a second time, and Wen Moxue gave them another box. "This medicine costs 1,000 yuan a box. Judging from the situation, we will need at least seven or eight boxes. Considering that my uncle and Uncle Yan are colleagues, I will only charge for five boxes."
Wen Moxue was doing this to curry favor with her uncle.
The Yan family simply couldn't come up with that much money all at once. Wen Moxue suggested that they didn't have to pay all at once, but could pay for each box of medicine they bought. However, the Yan family managed to raise 5,000 yuan in just one day.
Uncle Mo said, "Director Yan went to the Revolutionary Committee Director's house last night."
It goes without saying where the money came from.
The Yan family successfully exchanged 5,000 yuan for 8 boxes of scar removal cream, but Uncle Mo and his wife were extremely anxious. More than ten days had passed, and there was still no news of the life-saving medicine.
Just as the two were getting impatient and preparing to go ask Lu Yuan and Wen Moxue, the young couple finally appeared at the hospital.
The next day, news came that Mo Zifeng had woken up.
On that same day, two uninvited guests arrived at the courtyard: a middle-aged man wearing a four-pocket cadre uniform with a slicked-back hairstyle and a young man in his twenties. The two men had somewhat similar features and looked like father and son.
"Comrade Lu, Dr. Wen, I've long admired your names!"
The young couple looked at each other, confirming their suspicions that they didn't recognize each other.
Lu Yuan asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My surname is Liang, and my name is Liang Guobin. This is my son, Liang Chao. You probably don't recognize us, but you must know Director Yan of the Commerce Bureau."
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