The girl who wears fast

Chapter 510

Hua Shichu lifted Song Zhiyao's clothes, and saw that his body was covered with bruises, redness and swelling. Obviously, he had been severely beaten, and because he was so thin that every rib was visible, these injuries were even more terrifying.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Hua Shichu suspected that he might have internal bleeding.

"Don't go." Song Zhiyao didn't take his wounds to heart at all, as if these wounds were painted.

Hua Shichu saw this stubborn man with his thin lips tightly pursed, and his face looked indifferent and stubborn, so he didn't persuade him anymore, and directly took the ointment and gave him the wound medicine.

During the treatment of wound medicine, Hua Shichu discovered that there were still many old scars on his body, deep and shallow, which were obviously abused. She was stunned for a moment, and then she knew why this guy couldn't see the slightest pain from the wounds on his body. It turned out that It's because I'm used to it.

Combined with the death of Song Zhiyao's parents, Hua Shichu almost guessed how he got these old injuries, but she didn't ask.

After the previous injury, Hua Shichu took care of his back injury, because he curled up and used his back to bear the beatings of those punks, so the back injury was much more serious than the front one, and there was almost no recovery place.

Hua Shichu didn't need to apply medicine according to the size of the wound, but directly applied the ointment to his entire back.

"Okay, get dressed." Hua Shichu said, after thinking about it, she picked up Song Zhiyao's left hand and felt his pulse, and found that his internal injuries were not serious, and he just needed to rest well, probably since he was a child I have gained experience from being beaten, and I know how to minimize the damage to my body, so although Song Zhiyao's body injury looks serious at the moment, it is actually just a flesh injury.

Song Zhiyao slowly got dressed, his childish face was still expressionless, Hua Shichu looked at his hideous scar that spanned most of his face, and felt very unpleasant, if there were no such scars on his face Speaking of scars, Song Zhiyao was actually very handsome, with a straight nose, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, what a pity.

"Hey, do you want to get rid of this scar on your face?" Hua Shichu asked him. Since she met this poor little guy, she couldn't bear to see a handsome guy disfigured, so she kindly helped him.

Song Zhiyao raised his eyes immediately, and stared straight at Hua Shichu with a pair of clear and sharp eyes. Even though his face was still expressionless, his eyes had already betrayed the restlessness in his heart: "It's impossible to get rid of it."

"In my case, there is no such thing as impossible. If you want to get rid of it, I can help you." Hua Shichu said directly. Although the scar on Song Zhiyao's face is hideous, it can be removed with modern medical cosmetic methods. The effect is not so good, and some light marks are left behind.

But if Hua Shichu used her own medicine and treatment methods to remove it, then it would be back to normal, guaranteed to be exactly the same as before it was not disfigured.

Song Zhiyao's slightly rapid breathing betrayed his mood, but he still had doubts about Hua Shichu's words. After all, Hua Shichu was just a strange and beautiful girl. There is a solution to your own scars.

"I'm giving you a chance for your pity's sake, now it's up to you to seize this opportunity." Hua Shichu said with a smile, with coaxing words like a deceptive liar.

Song Zhiyao clearly knew that he should not trust strangers casually, but now facing Hua Shichu, for some reason, 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 premonition, believed Hua Shichu's seemingly unreliable words, and said with firm eyes: "I believe in you, I want to get rid of this scar."

When he was five years old, his alcoholic and gambler mother scalded him with a red-hot iron rod. It has been more than ten years now, and the proliferated scar looks terrifying. Children would cry when they saw him, even adults would stay away from him as if they saw some ghost when they saw him; when he went to school, those classmates bullied him and called him ugly... Song Zhiyao Almost all the time, he hoped that the scar on his face would be cleared up, and now, he seemed to see hope.

Hua Shichu was very happy when he heard his answer: "Okay, since you said so, then I promise to help you get rid of the scar, but I don't have any medicine on hand now, so I have to check your scar first."

Song Zhiyao nodded, and Hua Shichu began to check the scars on his face.

"Is it a burn?" she asked.

"It was scalded by a red-hot iron rod." Song Zhiyao said very calmly, now he only felt Hua Shichu's soft and warm hand gently pressing on his scar, and the scar that had healed long ago seemed extremely sensitive He got up, so that he could almost feel the direction of her fingerprints, and he moved uncomfortably.

"Don't move around." Hua Shichu said, lowering his eyes to observe his scar very seriously, Song Zhiyao did not dare to move immediately, and could only try his best not to care about the touch of her hand.

"Okay." Hua Shichu said, Song Zhiyao felt that it seemed like a long time had passed, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard her say this.

Hua Shichu found it funny: "I'm just checking you, don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Song Zhiyao said uncomfortably, "It's just that I'm not used to being touched by others."

"Okay, I probably checked the situation for you, and then I will get the medicine that suits you. By the way, I will use Chinese medicine to treat scars. You don't resist Chinese medicine, right?" Hua Shichu asked suddenly, She knew that many people in this era didn't believe in Chinese medicine. If Song Zhiyao didn't believe in it, then she wouldn't force it, since the scars weren't on her face anyway.

"Don't resist." Fortunately, Song Zhiyao is not a bad doctor of Chinese medicine.

Hua Shichu nodded and wanted to leave. She had stayed here long enough, but when she was about to go out, she suddenly remembered that the male teacher asked her to ask her, so she said to Song Zhiyao: "By the way, Your teacher wants you to go back to school, and I also think it's best for you to continue studying. Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I just tell you from my own life experience that you don't study. Life will be thousands of times more difficult than the life of studying, think about it for yourself."

After she finished speaking, she left without waiting for Song Zhiyao to answer.

After Song Zhiyao listened to her words, he sat silently for a long time, no one knew what was going on in his heart, whether he had listened to Hua Shichu's persuasion.

After Hua Shichu went back, it took two days to prepare the medicine, because the herbs in her accompanying space were used, so the medicinal materials were not difficult to get together, but the dispensing required skills, and it took a long time for Hua Shichu to make no mistakes. some.

(End of this chapter)