Chapter 511 The heroine of the group pet article is my cousin (12)
Song Zhiyao didn't wait for Hua Shichu on the first day he was at home. Although he was a little anxious, he also knew that Hua Shichu might need time to find suitable medicine for him, so although he was anxious, he could still bear it.
But the next day, he still didn't wait for Hua Shichu, so he became impatient. No matter how calm and composed he was usually, he was only sixteen years old now, and it was about the horrific scar on his face that he cared about most, so he couldn't help but be anxious, and he had already looked at it dozens of times when he went out the door.
By the afternoon, when he hadn't seen Hua Shichu yet, he had become disheartened and thought that Hua Shichu was a liar and a bad person who wanted to make fun of him. Maybe she was laughing at him at home for being deceived by her.
When Song Zhiyao thought of this, he became angry. He was used to being bullied, but he didn't care how others bullied him. However, he couldn't accept Hua Shichu's deception. He made up his mind to find this liar in the future...
Hua Shichu had no idea that Song Zhiyao had already thought she was a liar. After she prepared the medicine suitable for Song Zhiyao, she felt particularly satisfied.
In fact, she is not a person who is overly compassionate. Although Song Zhiyao has a miserable life, there are many pitiful people in the world, and there are many who are even more pitiful than him. Why doesn't Hua Shichu help those people?
It was because Song Zhiyao happened to let her meet him, and she happened to see that he still had some courage to resist those gangsters. Of course, the most important reason was that he originally had a good-looking face. She couldn't bear to see a perfect face ruined by a scar. She wanted to restore that beautiful face, which would make her feel a sense of accomplishment. After all, it is easy to destroy a precious and beautiful vase, but it is very difficult to repair it.
To Hua Shichu, Song Zhiyao is now the destroyed vase, and she is looking forward to the scene of herself repairing the vase.
The next day, Song Zhiyao, who had already been inspired by his imagination and had many dark thoughts, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door of his house, which had not been ringing for a long time.
A subtle hope arose in his heart. Maybe it was the person he had been waiting for two days? He pursed his lips and walked over to open the door.
"Oh, luckily you are at home, otherwise I would have been waiting in vain." Hua Shichu said with a smile. She walked in with an antique medicine box in her hand, walked around Song Zhiyao, and put the medicine box on the table.
When Song Zhiyao saw her, his pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't know what he felt in his heart, a mixture of grievance, bitterness, and joy... He thought she would not come, and when he had no hope at all, she suddenly appeared again. Song Zhiyao blinked his sore eyes, turned around silently and walked to Hua Shichu.
"Go wash your face. Wash it thoroughly, especially the scars." Hua Shichu threw a bottle of facial cleanser to Song Zhiyao and instructed.
Song Zhiyao opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say, so he just stood there.
"Why are you still standing there?" Hua Shichu looked at him in surprise and asked, then took out things from her medicine box one by one.
"I'll go wash it now." Song Zhiyao hurried to the bathroom.
After more than ten minutes, Song Zhiyao finally came out. Hua Shichu pressed him to sit on a chair, tied up his bangs that were long enough to cover his eyes with a rubber band, then opened a long box and took out a silver needle.
"Close your eyes and don't move." Hua Shichu said. Song Zhiyao indeed closed his eyes obediently, and Hua Shichu began to give him acupuncture on his scar.
Time passed by little by little, and the room was so quiet that even the sound of the second hand on the clock could be heard clearly, ticking, as if knocking on Song Zhiyao's heart.
Hua Shichu had already replaced several silver needles in his hand. Song Zhiyao only felt a slight tingling sensation on his scar, as if ants were biting and crawling, itchy and slightly painful. He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but remembering Hua Shichu's instructions, he could only resist the urge.
After enduring for so long, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the tingling and itching sensations disappeared, and then a cool liquid was applied to the face, with a refreshing medicinal fragrance that smelled so good that Song Zhiyao couldn't help but take a deep sniff several times.
Hua Shichu said, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."
Song Zhiyao then opened his eyes and suddenly saw a magnified flawless face of a lotus in front of him. When he saw the pair of eyes that looked a little doubtful, he realized that it was Hua Shichu, and he looked away uncomfortably.
"The first acupuncture is over and the medicine has been applied. After the medicine has been applied on your face for four hours, you can wash it off. This medicine needs to be applied three times a day, so calculate the time yourself." Hua Shichu reminded.
"Okay." Song Zhiyao was not in a position to nod, so he answered solemnly.
Hua Shichu handed him a tube of ointment and said, "Your scar is too severe. It will take several acupuncture treatments to completely remove it. So I will come over to give you an acupuncture every three days. Just wait for me at home on time."
"Why...are you helping me like this?" Song Zhiyao finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time. He has nothing now, so what's the benefit of helping him?
He didn't believe that there were people in this world who didn't seek anything in return. Even if there were, he wasn't lucky enough to meet them. Even when Teacher Zhou came to persuade him to go back to school, it was because he was smart. If he got good grades in the college entrance examination, Teacher Zhou, as his class teacher, would give him a reward.
Song Zhiyao, who has experienced the fickleness of the world since childhood, prides himself on seeing through people's hearts, but no matter how clearly he sees, he cannot understand why Hua Shichu helps him.
Seeing that he would not give up until he got an answer, Hua Shichu could not help but chuckle and said, "I think you have extraordinary talents and will definitely achieve great things in the future, so I am investing in you in advance, and you have to repay me in the future."
Song Zhiyao said expressionlessly, "Do you think I will believe your reason?"
"Okay!" Hua Shichu showed a helpless expression and said, "Actually, I'm a medical student. I want to use you as a training ground to test my own medical and pharmaceutical skills."
This is all she said. How could she be a medical student? She is not even remotely related to a medical student. But if she didn't say this, Song Zhiyao, who was very cautious, would not believe it at all.
Sure enough, as soon as she said this, Song Zhiyao believed it.
Hua Shichu smiled secretly. Wasn't this little guy fooled by her? She was not worried about being exposed for lying. After all, Song Zhiyao didn't even know who she was, where she lived, or what her identity was. How could he know her true situation?
After his face is healed, Hua Shichu will have no more contact with him, and it will be even more impossible for them to meet in the future, so she is not afraid of being exposed at all.
"Now that you know my identity, are you afraid that I'm not academically competent and will ruin your face even more?" Hua Shichu joked.
"So what if it's serious? I choose to take a gamble." Song Zhiyao replied.
Hua Shichu raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect that he still had the courage to take a gamble.
(End of this chapter)
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