When Mu Jincheng heard this, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and the tear mole on the corner of his right eye was charming: "Does it have to be so clear?"
An Shuyao was slightly stunned: "What?"
His lips moved slightly, and he turned sideways and looked at the snow on the roadside: "Nothing, I'll leave the fish to you, I'll leave first."
He took a few steps and said to Wei Chiyu: "You treat your illness here first, and my brother will send a car to pick you up in the afternoon."
With that said, he picked up the exquisite large bathtub and a large bag of medicinal materials from the car.
These medicinal materials are hard to find. In just two days, the Mu family has obtained so many. The power behind this is not small.
Until Mu Jincheng left, An Shuyao still didn't understand what he meant, but it seemed that he never smiled gently at her again, and every time he saw her, he was either cold or cold...
Somewhat angry.
An Shuyao didn't know why she felt that he was angry, but the feeling was too strong. She frowned and said to Wei Chiyu, "What's wrong with your brother? I don't seem to have offended him, right?"
Wei Chiyu also didn't understand. Although her brother was romantic on the surface, he was just as deep-minded. She said softly: "I don't know either."
An Shuyao didn't bother to think about what she couldn't figure out. It was probably because other things were bothering him. She turned sideways and said to Wei Chiyu: "Come in and sit for a while. The humble house is a bit crude, so you can make do with it for a while."
Wei Chiyu walked in. The yard was large, but the room was small. It was not as big as her clean room, but it was decorated with the warmth of a farmhouse.
There was a warm stove in the house, and sitting inside was a fair-skinned and beautiful girl, and a boy who was extremely beautiful in the world.
The young man didn't even raise his eyes since she came in. He was so focused on the movements in his hands that he probably didn't notice her presence.
But the girl smiled at her in a friendly manner and gave her a stool: "It's all clean, feel free to sit down."
Wei Chiyu nodded slightly: "Thank you."
When the room fell silent, Wei Chiyu's eyes fell on the snow-white puppy. It was humming and leaning at the feet of the beautiful boy. It was round and looked very cute.
But the annoying An Jingzhou didn't seem to be there. She withdrew her mind and followed An Shuyao's every move outside.
An Shuyao was boiling water on the stove outside the house at the moment, and then moved the bathtub into the bathhouse. She rolled up her sleeves and wiped the sweat. It was still inconvenient to wear thick clothes, and she was too tired to move even a few times.
Two large pots of water were boiled on the stove outside, and she put spiritual spring water as deep as her index finger into the bucket, and finally put the medicinal materials into the bucket according to the portion.
The medicinal properties of the medicinal materials soaked in the spiritual spring water instantly merge with the spiritual spring water and turn into a dark medicinal juice that looks black.
She put the remaining large bag of medicinal materials in a dry place. Just as An Yunrui was coming back from mowing the grass, An Shuyao hurriedly shouted: "Fourth brother, help me carry this scalding water."
The boiling water was scooped into the bucket by An Shuyao, and then poured into the tub by An Yunrui. The smell of Chinese medicine instantly spread and could be smelled throughout the yard.
Pour all the water from the two large pots into the bucket. When the water cools down a bit, An Shuyao calls Wei Chiyu: "Miss Wei, come with me."
The two came to the bathhouse, where the hot air hit their faces and the smoke filled the air. An Shuyao temporarily took off the outer layer of cotton clothes because it was too hot.
She pointed to the bucket of dark water: "Take off your clothes and go in."
Wei Chiyu pulled at her collar nervously. She had scars all over her body and she didn't want to be seen by outsiders.
Because she was too abrasive, An Shuyao almost lost his patience: "Miss Wei, this is the only way to heal your face. If you don't want to expose the scars on your body because they are too ugly, then your face will be cured."
, your heart will not heal either.”
"You will always be sensitive and always feel that you are inferior to others. In fact, you do not need to feel inferior. You are very good-looking."
Wei Chiyu looked at An Shuyao in disbelief. Her eyes were serious and showed no trace of disdain. She stretched out her hand and slowly took off her curtain hat. The terrifying face was exposed in front of An Shuyao.
Odors white pus.
"Is this...really pretty?"
An Shuyao raised her eyebrows slightly. She had seen people who were more terrifying and disgusting than her, so she said: "Beautiful is not necessarily about your appearance, but the temperament you express from the inside out. You are no worse than others."
, you have many things that others envy. Appearance is not everything that defines a person, besides..."
She smiled confidently: "I am sure I can cure you, and you just need to believe me wholeheartedly, Miss Wei, and start transforming into a brand new self from now on."
Wei Chiyu suddenly understood the meaning of An Shuyao's words.
The transformation she was referring to was not the transformation of her appearance, but the transformation of her entire person. If she was afraid of gossiping, her face would be healed, but her heart would be sick.
She didn't forget what An Shuyao said about taking off her curtain. She had been fighting with herself these days, but every time she was about to step out, she backed away in fear.
The eldest lady of the City Lord's Mansion, who was once praised by everyone, turned into a hateful monster. She lost all her beauty and endured the beating of cold rain like a butterfly with broken wings. Finally, she fell into the dirt and could never get up again.
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Even after seeking a doctor, everyone in the family sighed helplessly. Her father's guilt for her never disappeared, but City Master Mu didn't know that she hated being looked at with such eyes, as if she was pitiful. Over time, she herself
They all thought she was a shady mouse.
To this day, An Shuyao tells her that she is no worse than anyone else.
Wei Chiyu was once a proud woman of heaven. She fell from the altar, but she will get up again.
Perhaps inspired by An Shuyao's words, her beautiful starry eyes overflowed with tears. The salty tears streaked across her open wound and hurt, but she felt that this was a kind of relief.
It seems that she can finally reconcile with her ugly self.
Because An Shuyao said, she is no worse than anyone else.
The layers of clothes were removed, and the scars on the girl's body turned into large, wrinkled black spots, like a layer of old skin covering the fresh and tender skin.
The trauma was more severe than she imagined.
Wei Chiyu got out of the bathtub. The slightly scalding water made her skin red. An Shuyao took out her golden needle and said slowly: "Next, I will give you acupuncture, and then combine it with the potion to force it out of your body."
The toxins, this process is a bit painful, it may be like shaving the flesh of the wrist bone, the rotten piece must be removed. Only after the toxins are removed, your new skin will grow well, otherwise it will continue to rot."
Wei Chiyu gritted his teeth and trembled his eyelashes: "I'm ready. As long as I can recover, I can bear any pain. Miss An, I'm begging you."