Zhou Yutao had just worked in Xingji Mutton Steamed Bun Shop for a month, and she got a month's salary.

This time her hand was burned, the job of washing dishes could not be done, she had to recuperate, and there was no income, and she fell into a dazed and desperate situation again.

Zhao Gang came to her side, his lips curling to apologize, but he felt a fluttering 'sorry', how could he make up for the harm he had caused her?

"This comrade, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to bump into you and cause you such a big injury.

I know I'm sorry for what I can't get in exchange, but I will definitely take responsibility for it to the end, and I will compensate you for your medical expenses and lost work expenses. Zhao Gang said after taking a breath.

"Will my hands have scars in the future?" Zhou Yutao slowly raised her head and asked Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang's expression was embarrassed, he knew that he would, the wound on the back of his hand would heal, but the skin tissue after being burned by the hot soup would be partially necrotic, the muscles would be red, tight and hard, and the wound wound might even be hideous and scary......

Her hands will never be able to change back to their original form!

Seeing Zhao Gang's expression, Zhou Yutao cried.

It is said that hands are a woman's second face, her face has become haggard and dull due to the pressure of life, and now even the second face is completely ruined!

Why? What did she do wrong?

Why did God do this to her?

"Comrade, don't cry, I'm sorry, I'll consult a doctor to see what can be done, if it doesn't work, I'll ask someone to go abroad to buy you a repair of scald ointment, it's helpful for the burned skin, don't be sad!"

Zhao Gang was a little at a loss, he hadn't tried how to comfort a crying woman, and he was sweating anxiously.

Zhou Yutao ignored Zhao Gang, and Zhao Gang ran in and out to consult the dermatology doctor with various questions, she sat on the chair and cried until she was tired of crying, and then stood up tremblingly.

"Comrade ......" Zhao Gang squatted on the ground and pulled his hair, and slowly stood up to look at her.

"I want to go home!" Zhou Yutao's eyes were swollen and her nose was red.

"I'll send you back. After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he led Zhou Yutao out of the hospital gate, took the bicycle parked on the side of the road, asked Zhou Yutao's address, and drove her back.

Zhou Yutao's place of residence is a house rented by the owner of the mutton steamed bun shop to several employees.

It is difficult to make a living in the city, and they live in the cheapest and worst houses, about ten yuan a month, and two bungalows are crowded with five or six people, one for men and one for women.

Zhao Gang shook his head when he saw this housing environment, but he couldn't say anything, handed over the medicine to Zhou Yutao, told her how to eat, and left ten yuan for her to buy food, then dragged his tired body and rode back to the garden community where he lived.

Zhou Yutao took painkillers, and was just about to go to the iron shelf bed to squint for a while, when the proprietress of the mutton steamed bun shop came over.

"Yutao, hehe, how's it going?

What do you mean by the doctor?" the proprietress is a middle-aged woman, from Xicheng, and it is said that the craftsmanship of this mutton steamed bun shop in Harbin City is passed down from the proprietress family.

Zhou Yutao struggled to sit up, the wound was throbbing badly at this time, her little face was pale, and she didn't even want to speak, but the proprietress came to see her in person, and she didn't dare to take Qiao, after all, she still wanted to work in the store to make a living.