In order not to delay Chu Fan's trip, Wen Anan did not rest for too long, and begged Han Lao to treat her on the third day.

Although Han Lao was secretly threatened by Chu Fan, he asked him not to worry about himself, and only took Wen An'an's body as the primary consideration.

But Han Lao thought that firstly, Wen An'an's body had almost cultivated, and secondly, he was also worried about Chu Fan's itinerary, and finally took Chu Fan's instructions as a deaf ear and treated Wen An'an a few days in advance.

Wen Anan looked at the bottles and cans on the table in front of Han Lao, and moved his throat nervously, "These are all going to be used on my face?" ”

Han Lao nodded a little ashamedly, and blamed him for not being good at learning, if his master was &&&& here, why do he need to get so many bottles and cans as an auxiliary, and more importantly, this girl will not suffer from the pain of eroding bones in the future.

Seeing that Han Lao looked ashamed of himself, Wen Anan couldn't say anything more.

After all, Han Lao is a divine doctor, not an immortal, everything he can do has been done to his best, and it is understandable that his limited ability is limited. If you still pick and choose, it will be too unkind.

Wen An'an smiled at Elder Han, then obediently pulled over a stool and sat down, and asked in a voice that seemed like no waves, "Then what do I need to do now?" ”

I don't know if it was Chu Fan and Wen Anhao's instructions, except for the quarrel with these two when she was not healed, and when Han Lao came to see her and mentioned that it would hurt to treat her face injury, they never gave her a single detail about the treatment before she met her.

So up to now, Wen Anan is just scaring himself with his own blind imagination.

When Chu Fan and Han Lao were questioning Wen An'an, their eyes were filled with heavy distress.

The reason why they didn't tell her the details of the treatment before was because the process was so terrifying, and they were afraid that An Anxin would be overburdened.

But now that it's time to say it, they don't want to say it anymore, and they have to spit out.

Han Lao lowered his head, and he didn't dare to look at Wen An'an's reaction. There was no longer a tone in his voice, and he explained it to her seriously.

"Girl, if you want to stand up, you must break it first", after saying two sentences of literary crepe, Han Lao suddenly cut off his voice, and when he thought that he would not continue, he heard Han Lao say in a dumb voice: "So, your face, I want to destroy it first." to be able to treat it again."

As soon as Han Lao's words fell, Wen Anan gasped in horror.

Although she didn't know how the 'ruined' in Han Lao's mouth was, it must not be a pleasant and comfortable practice.

"What, what, break the law?"

Han Lao picked out a tan porcelain bottle from the bottles and jars on the table and handed it to Wen An'an: "First use this marrow washing cream to wipe all the wounds on your face, and then use other medicines to supplement the treatment to let it regenerate."

Wen Anan once laughed at Han Lao for naming the drug too bluntly, and joked that he would poison him in the future. She won't be scared anymore. As long as you go to his prescription and look at the name of the medicine on the bottle, it is easy to know that the bottle is an antidote to the poison.

But at this moment, Wen Anan couldn't laugh at all. Washing the marrow dew, what a straightforward and fantasy name. Just listen. Her hairs stood on end.

Washing the marrow, washing the marrow, Wen An'an, who was silently reciting these two words, suddenly jumped in his temples. The expression on his face stiffened.

What kind of marrow washing dew is this, it won't be the sulfuric acid commonly known in modern times!!

Let's not worry about whether it hurts or not, if that's the case. She didn't believe that there was any other medicine that could make her unrecognizable self burned by sulfuric acid regenerate new meat that was no different from ordinary people.

Although Zhilu Dao should not question Han Lao's medical skills, after all, it is a major event related to his life, and Wen Anan cannot ignore the past so sloppily.

"Old Han, this marrow washing cream can't burn people's flesh and skin."

Obviously, Han Lao failed to understand the meaning of Wen An'an's words, and repeated the word 'burned' in her mouth in confusion.

Seeing the confusion on the faces of Han Lao and Chu Fan, Wen An'an reacted that the word 'burned' in the ancients was generally used in things related to fire, and did not mean 'burn' in modern 'fever'.

Wen Anan secretly searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and finally expressed his meaning, "That is, after using this medicine, will the skin and flesh show the appearance of being burned by fire, because of me"

"How is it possible", Han Lao interrupted Wen An'an's words with a look of surprise on his face, "The skin and flesh that have been burned by the fire, let alone me, even my master can't restore it one or two, how can my marrow washing cream be like that, old man?"

Han Lao didn't have the anger to be questioned, but just thought that since the matter was said here, he might as well talk about it thoroughly, so that this girl could save this girl from being suspicious, and she could actually match the medicine with the effect of the marrow washing cream.

"It's not that I'm boasting, old man, this marrow washing cream of mine, although it will damage the skin and flesh, but it will not damage its texture, and it can keep the skin regenerating effect. It's not the kind of drug that ruins people and is done. Bread here"

"Han Lao", Chu Fan, who had been listening quietly beside him, saw that Han Lao was about to start praising his medical skills again, so he just interrupted him.

Han Lao, who was talking about Xing, was suddenly interrupted by Chu Fan, and he was a little dissatisfied and rolled his eyes, but when he thought of waiting for a while, he stopped talking.

Wen Anan doesn't understand medical science, but she believes that the young old man in front of her, since he has said so, she has nothing to worry about.

Wen Anan smiled back apologetically at Han Lao and said, "Then let's start now."

Han Lao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and took out two one-foot-long strips of cloth from the cabinet, handed them to Chu Fan, and said obscurely: "Tie the girl to the bed", after speaking, he probably felt that this move would scare Wen An'an, so he had to explain to her: "This medicine ...... This medicine may make you a little sore."

A little sore? Will you need to tie her to the bed!!

Wen An'an clenched her hands tightly, and it was not until the tingling pain in her palms spread to her limbs that she slowly recovered from the fear.

She only raised her head and gave Chu Fan and Han Lao a seemingly relaxed smile, "It's so good."

As soon as Wen An'an's words fell, her clenched fists were broken open by another pair of slightly larger hands and firmly clenched into his palms.

Wen An'an turned his head to look into Chu Fan's dark pupils, where there was a glass-like light.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here"

Strangely, the madistic fear in my heart slowly dissipated.

Wen An'an lay on the brand-new futon, staring blankly at the snow-white gauze tent above his head. It wasn't until the feeling of binding came from his hands that he came back to his senses.

Reaching out to pull the rope hanging from his wrist above his forehead, Wen An'an joked: "With your way of tying, it will loosen itself without my force after a while."

Chu Fan didn't answer Wen An'an's words, nor did he make any moves, but just stared at Wen An'an with those dark eyes, as if he wanted to see her in his bones and melt her into his blood.

It wasn't until a long time later that Chu Fan stretched out his hand, and it turned out to be the scar next to her cheek. Wen An'an could even feel the slight itch between his slightly cool fingers.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here"

This is the second time Chu Fan has said the same thing today.

What feelings in my heart are like tender shoots buried in the soil, breaking through the shackles of the last layer after the rain and quietly breaking out of the soil.

Wen Anan blinked his misty eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Well, I'm not afraid."

Chu Fan didn't speak again this time, but tightened the rope that bound her wrists according to Wen An'an's instructions, and then took out another one to tie her feet to the bedpost.

When everything was ready, Chu Fan signaled to Han Lao, then pulled over the stool and sat on the edge of the bed.

Han Lao held a medicine bottle and a towel in his hand, leaned over and instructed Wen An'an: "Girl, bear with me", and then without waiting for Wen An'an to answer, he stuffed the towel into her mouth.

At the beginning, when Han Lao applied the ointment to Wen Anan's face, he didn't feel too painful, just tingling and itching.

But after a cup of tea, she could feel the pain on her face slowly turn hot, accompanied by a tingling itch that seemed to be eaten by insects and ants.

But until this time, Wen Anan was still able to bear it. In the meantime, he even gave the two people who looked at him nervously a smile that he thought was good.

But in less than a moment, Wen Anan couldn't laugh anymore.

When the effect of the medicine really came into play, she only felt like there were countless sharp teeth on her face, slowly gnawing and tearing the flesh on her face.

The intense itching seemed to enter the bone marrow, and she had an irrepressible urge to use the boning steel knife to cut off the skin and flesh on her face piece by piece, and then scratch the itch on the bone.

"Hmmmm"

Wen Anan used all his strength to pull his hands and feet, obviously forgetting that he had just been tightly tied to the bedpost with a rope.

In a few moments, her wrists and ankles had been deeply bloodied by the rope.

Chu Fan looked at Wen An'an, who was desperately pulling her hands and feet, got up and held down her moving body, and shouted in a voice: "An An, An An, you bear with it, bear with it, it will be good soon, bear with it."

But where can Wen An'an listen to these things now, even if she is pressed by Chu Fan, she still twists her body with all her might, so that even Chu Fan can't control it.

"Old Han, please, please, help her, help him"

This was the second time, and Han Lao saw boundless fear in the eyes of the young man in front of him.

All the usual indifference, indifference, arrogance, and evil charm collapsed and turned into powder in an instant.

"She can only survive this on her own"

In an instant, Han Lao only felt a terrifying aura burst out from Chu Fan's gaze, which made him tremble violently after living for most of his life. (To be continued......)

PS: Maybe Xiaobai will be haunted recently