Chapter 510: The heroine of the group pet article is my cousin (11)
Hua Shichu lifted up Song Zhiyao's clothes and saw that his body was covered with bruises and redness. It was obvious that he was beaten badly. Moreover, because he was so thin that his ribs were visible, the injuries looked even more terrifying.
"Why don't we go to the hospital?" Hua Shichu even suspected that he might have internal bleeding.
"No." Song Zhiyao didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, as if these wounds were painted on.
When Hua Shichu saw this stubborn man with his thin lips tightly pursed, his face looking cold and stubborn, she stopped trying to persuade him and directly picked up the ointment to apply to his wound.
During the process of applying medicine, Hua Shichu discovered that he still had many old scars on his body, some deep and some shallow, obviously caused by abuse. She was stunned for a moment, and then she knew why this guy didn't show any pain at all from all the wounds on his body. It turned out that it was because he was used to it.
Considering the fact that Song Zhiyao's parents had both passed away, Hua Shichu almost guessed how he got these old injuries, but she did not ask.
After treating the front injuries, Hua Shichu treated the injuries on his back. Because he had been curled up and using his back to endure the beatings from those thugs, the injuries on his back were much more serious than the front ones, and there was almost no healing area left.
Hua Shichu didn't need to apply medicine according to the size of the wound, but directly spread the ointment evenly on his entire back.
"Okay, get dressed." Hua Shichu said. After thinking about it, she took Song Zhiyao's left hand and felt his pulse. She found that his internal injuries were not serious and he just needed to rest well. Perhaps he had gained experience from being beaten since he was a child and knew how to minimize the damage to his body. So although Song Zhiyao's injuries looked serious at this moment, they were actually just flesh wounds.
Song Zhiyao put on his clothes slowly, his childish face still expressionless. Hua Shichu looked at the hideous scar that ran across most of his face and felt very displeased. If it weren't for the scar on his face, Song Zhiyao would actually be very handsome, with a high nose bridge, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. What a pity.
"Hey, do you want to remove this scar on your face?" Hua Shichu asked him. Since she had met this poor little guy, she couldn't bear to see a handsome boy disfigured, so she was kind enough to help him.
Song Zhiyao immediately raised his eyes, staring at Hua Shichu with a pair of clear and sharp eyes. Even though he still had no expression on his face, his eyes betrayed his inner unrest: "It's impossible to get rid of him."
"For me, nothing is impossible. If you want to remove it, I can help you." Hua Shichu said directly. Although the scar on Song Zhiyao's face is hideous, it can actually be removed with modern medical cosmetic methods, but the effect is not so good and some shallow marks will be left.
But if Hua Shichu used the medicine and treatment methods she prepared herself to remove it, it would be restored to its original state, and it would be guaranteed to be exactly the same as before the disfigurement.
Song Zhiyao's slightly rapid breathing betrayed his mood, but he still doubted Hua Shichu's words. After all, Hua Shichu was just a strange beautiful girl. Although she was very skilled, it didn't mean that she could do anything about her scars.
"I'm giving you a chance because you're pitiful. Now it depends on whether you can seize this opportunity." Hua Shichu said with a smile, his words coaxing like a bewitching liar.
Song Zhiyao knew clearly that he shouldn't trust strangers easily, but now facing Hua Shichu, he didn't know why he felt that what she said was true. If he missed this opportunity, he would definitely regret it in the future.
So he chose to listen to his inner hunch, believed Hua Shichu's seemingly unreliable words, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "I believe you, I want to remove this scar."
This scar was caused when he was five years old. His alcoholic and gambler father burned him with a red-hot iron rod. It has been more than ten years now, and the enlarged scar looks terrifying. Children will cry when they see it. Even adults will stay away from him as if they have seen a ghost. When he went to school, his classmates bullied him and called him ugly... Song Zhiyao almost always hoped that the scar on his face would heal. Now, he seems to see hope.
Hua Shichu was very happy to hear his answer: "Okay, since you said so, then I agree to help you remove the scar, but I don't have any medicine on hand now, I have to check your scar first."
Song Zhiyao nodded, and Hua Shichu began to examine the scars on his face.
"Is it a burn?" she asked.
"It was a burn from a red-hot iron rod." Song Zhiyao said very calmly. He now only felt Hua Shichu's soft and warm hands gently pressing on his scar. The scar that had healed long ago seemed to be particularly sensitive. He could almost feel the direction of her fingerprints. He moved uncomfortably.
"Don't move." Hua Shichu said, lowering her eyes and observing his scar very carefully. As expected, Song Zhiyao immediately didn't dare to move and could only try his best not to pay attention to the touch of her hand.
"Okay." Hua Shichu said. Song Zhiyao felt as if a long time had passed. When he heard her say that, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Hua Shichu thought it was funny: "I'm just checking you out, no need to be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Song Zhiyao said uncomfortably, "I'm just not used to people touching me."
"Okay, I've examined your general situation. I'll get the right medicine for you later. By the way, I'll use traditional Chinese medicine to treat your scar. You won't resist it, right?" Hua Shichu suddenly asked. She knew that many people in this era did not believe in traditional Chinese medicine. If Song Zhiyao didn't believe it either, she wouldn't force him. The scar was not on her face anyway.
"Don't resist." Fortunately, Song Zhiyao is not a critic of traditional Chinese medicine.
Hua Shichu nodded and wanted to leave. She had been here long enough. But when she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered what the male teacher asked her to do, so she said to Song Zhiyao, "By the way, your teacher wants you to go back to school, and I also think you'd better continue studying. Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I'm just telling you from my own life experience that life without studying will be a thousand times more difficult than life with studying. Think about it yourself."
After she finished speaking, she left without waiting for Song Zhiyao to answer.
After listening to her words, Song Zhiyao sat there in a daze for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking or whether he listened to Hua Shichu's advice.
After Hua Shichu returned, she spent two days preparing the medicine. Since she used herbs from her companion space, the ingredients were not difficult to gather. It was just that preparing the medicine required skills. In order to avoid mistakes, Hua Shichu spent more time.
(End of this chapter)
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