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980. Chapter 980 Meeting Ye Miner Again IV

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a girl dressed as a maid came in with a bowl of soup. But after she saw Long Qingyue's face, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head, "Girl, what should I do?"

Take medicine."

Naturally, Long Qingyue didn't miss the fear in the girl's eyes. She raised her hand and touched her face in confusion. There were bumps everywhere, and even her hands were bumpy. They alternated between green and red, which was extremely ugly. Even when she looked at it, she couldn't see it.

I can't help but feel a little disgusted.

Thinking of that miasmatic land, Long Qingyue's eyes became clearer. She was lucky not to die in a coma in that kind of place!

And these pimples are formed by the invasion of poisonous gas.

However, disfigurement is a trivial matter to her. As a doctor, it is naturally very simple to treat such trauma.

He reached out and took the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, put the bowl back and said to the little maid: "Okay, you can go out."

The little maid was relieved and quickly left.

The door was closed again.

Long Qingyue originally wanted to go out and inquire about the situation, but when she thought of her appearance at this time, she decided to restore her appearance first.

Just when Long Qingyue was about to take out the medicinal materials from Najie to make elixirs, suddenly there were footsteps outside the door again.

The door was opened again, and Long Qingyue raised his eyes. In the faint light and shadow outside the door, a man in a brocade robe came slowly. His face was not very handsome, but he was considered to be above average, about twenty-four or five. He saw

Long Qingyue woke up and couldn't help but smile: "Girl, you're awake."

The man's eyes were indifferent, and he did not feel a trace of disgust or disgust because of Long Qingyue's terrifying face.

"Thank you for saving me." It seems that this man is the one who saved me.

The man looked gentle, "I was just passing by and found the girl unconscious there, so I stopped by to save you. It's just yours..." A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and the woman in front of him had dark eyes, as bright as stars.

, if not disfigured, it must be beautiful.

Just when Long Qingyue was about to speak, a very gentle and melodious female voice came from outside the door, like a spring of water admonishing, "Shaohui, I heard that the girl you rescued is awake. I brought a doctor over, just in time to see the girl.

Look at her injuries."

Long Qingyue raised her eyes and saw a gorgeous yellow skirt.

The woman has an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and skin as white as snow. She is extremely beautiful and gentle. She walks gracefully with a smile, and behind her is an old man carrying a medicine box.

"Girl, your life is really big. You woke up so quickly from such a serious injury." The woman walked to Long Qingyue's side, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but when she looked at Long Qingyue's face, there was also no expression in her eyes.

Instead of disgust, disgust and fear, she was calm and calm, as if she didn't see the pimples on her face.

Long Qingyue's eyes widened. It seemed that this woman, like men, did not pay attention to appearance.

"Huilan, why are you here?" Leng Shaohui stood up and held the woman's hand, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I have nothing to do, so I came to take a look." Cao Huilan smiled, and then said to the old man behind him: "Senior, please take good care of the injuries on this girl's face. It doesn't matter how much you spend."

The old man nodded, stepped forward, and after looking at Long Qingyue's face for a while, he shook his head and said, "Miss Cao, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't do anything. This girl's face has been eroded by the miasma, and it's rotten inside. The old man's medical skills

limited."

Cao Huilan frowned when he heard this, "Senior, is there really nothing you can do?"

"If you want to cure the injury on this girl's face, you must ask a medical saint. The old man is just a mid-level doctor." The old man said.


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