Xia Xue saw that there was a patient, so she said goodbye, "I'll go back and have your sister Yueyue ask about the renovation. Some things need to be prepared in advance, otherwise, it will delay the work."
"Mm, sister-in-law, you go back first."
The clinic had been relatively quiet recently, and coupled with Song Yue's child catching a cold, Lin Fan had been alone at the clinic.
Lin Fan washed his hands and was about to remove the gauze from Xiao Hao when he saw a tall figure blocking the sunlight from the doorway.
He turned his head and was startled, "Yu, Sister Yurou, why are you here?"
Su Yurou was wearing a yellow cashmere coat, which made her figure even more graceful and slender.
She walked in with long boots, making a "dada da" sound, tilted her head, and asked, "Was the person who just left your sister-in-law?"
"How did you know?"
Lin Fan retorted.
"The moment I saw her face and appearance, and recalling how you've praised your sister-in-law to the heavens, I figured it out."
"Oh~ please have a seat first."
Lin Fan was quite proud.
I knew my sister-in-law was beautiful!
You have to admit it even if you're jealous!
Lin Fan placed Xiao Hao on a chair and said, "Don't move. Tell me if it hurts."
"Mm."
A hint of fear flashed in Xiao Hao's eyes, but he still nodded obediently.
Lin Fan first lifted the edge of the gauze and then, with a crackling sound, slowly pulled the gauze down.
Aunt Lan Ying watched from the side, her heart pounding.
During the New Year, Xiao Hao was setting off firecrackers and accidentally threw one at the wall. It bounced back and exploded on his face.
It had completely disfigured his face.
On New Year's Day, his parents, by asking around, found Song Yue's home and called Lin Fan to the clinic to treat their son's wound.
If it left a scar, their son's life might be ruined!
"Does it hurt?"
As Lin Fan was about to reach the wound, he asked with concern.
Xiao Hao shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
"You child, just say what you're asked, don't shake your head."
Aunt Lan Ying was afraid that her son's wound had not healed and it would bleed.
"It's fine, Aunt Lan Ying, don't worry."
Lin Fan knew what he was doing and gently removed the gauze.
On the inside of the gauze, in addition to dried blood, there was a large scab.
As Lin Fan pulled down, the brown scab fell off.
Aunt Lan Ying stared at her son's face. When she saw that his wound had healed with tender white skin, her worried heart finally relaxed.
"Mom, how am I?"
Xiao Hao, having heard his mother's constant nagging, was also worried that he would become ugly.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Aunt Lan Ying gently hugged her son, "Your wound is all healed. Quickly thank your little brother Lin Fan, otherwise you'll never be able to get married."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Xiao Hao reached out to touch his face. When he felt the smooth new skin, he even rubbed it curiously.
"Naughty hand!"
Aunt Lan Ying slapped his hand away. Then she remembered that her son's hands were indeed mischievous, insisting on throwing firecrackers at the wall, otherwise he wouldn't have been blown in the face.
Thinking of this, her expression immediately cleared up. She grabbed her son's arm and reprimanded him, "If you dare to be so reckless again, I won't care even if you get blown to death by firecrackers. Cry by yourself!"
She turned to Lin Fan and smiled gently, "Lin Fan, how much is the medical fee in total?"
"Let's say... one hundred yuan. Mainly because one of the herbs in the medicine is very precious, and I was afraid of leaving scars on the child's face."
Lin Fan said sheepishly.
"Okay."
Aunt Lan Ying readily took out one hundred yuan and handed it to Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan, thank you so much."
Neither of them noticed that Su Yurou had been staring at Xiao Hao's face.
Aunt Lan Ying, holding her son's arm, said goodbye, "Lin Fan, you must be busy. I'll be going now."
"Wait!"
Su Yurou suddenly spoke and then rushed in front of them.
Xiao Hao had already noticed that a beautiful aunt in the clinic had been staring at him, so when he saw her unusual behavior, he was so scared that he immediately shrank behind his mother.
"You said his face was blown by firecrackers?"
Su Yurou squatted down, wanting to touch Xiao Hao's face, but Xiao Hao retreated and refused to be touched.
"And that was during the New Year, right? At most ten days ago?"
Su Yurou's questions came one after another, her eyes flashing with eagerness.
"You..."
Lin Fan was somewhat surprised, "Why are you asking about this?"
"How can I not ask?"
Su Yurou stood up and continued, "Lin Fan, what did he look like when he came? Was the injury serious?"
"It was alright, just looked scary."
Lin Fan recalled the scene back then, the blood-covered, wailing Xiao Hao, and found it a little amusing.
"What do you mean 'alright'? Was the epidermis damaged or the dermis damaged? How big was the wound?"
Su Yurou was even more impatient now.
"This..."
Lin Fan extended his hand, wanting to touch her forehead to see if she had a fever.
"Are you alright?"
*Slap!*
A crisp sound.
Su Yurou slapped Lin Fan's hand away and said angrily, "You're the one with a fever!"
"Then why are you asking about other people's medical conditions?"
Lin Fan was a bit confused.
"Do you know, do you know..."
Su Yurou muttered twice, then suddenly realized there were outsiders and didn't continue.
Her gaze at Lin Fan was like looking at a shining gold mountain.
Aunt Lan Ying found her very strange. At first, she sat there without speaking, as if she was putting on airs. Then, when she saw the gauze on her son's face being removed, she became frantic and noisy, and didn't finish her sentences, which was quite frightening.
"Lin Fan, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
Aunt Lan Ying forced a smile, always keeping her son behind her.
"Mm, go back. Keep a closer eye on him in the future and don't let Xiao Hao cause trouble. Fortunately, it wasn't his eyes that were blown. If it had been a little further, even an immortal couldn't have saved him."
Lin Fan warned.
"Okay, I'll deal with him when we get back."
After saying that, Aunt Lan Ying pulled her son and left.
After they left, Su Yurou asked impatiently, "What did you use to heal that child?"
"I made the medicine myself, it was just a minor skin injury."
Lin Fan said nonchalantly.
"I'm not talking about that. I'm asking why there were no scars left on that child's face?"
Su Yurou spoke rapidly.
"This..."
Lin Fan chuckled, "I saw an ancient prescription in my medical knowledge, and I managed to figure it out later."
He thought for a moment and then said, "Actually, it's not just this prescription. To tell you honestly, times have changed. I don't know if it's because of environmental changes that the medicinal properties of the herbs have changed, or if the physiques of modern people are different from those of ancient people."
"I think many prescriptions, if used directly today, will have their effects reduced to varying degrees and cannot be copied exactly as they are."
"So, I pondered whether I could start from simple aspects and create something new."