As soon as he woke up in the morning, Zihan entered the Hundred Herbs Garden first.

She squatted down to the edge of Baicao Lake, ready to use the basin of spiritual consciousness to scoop some water to wash her hands and face, so that her grandfather would not ask her when he smelled something unusual.

But when she looked down and saw the shadow of the left part of her cheek reflected in the lake, she was stunned.

The wound on her face disappeared overnight.

In disbelief, she turned her face so that the left side of her face was reflected in the water.

Not to mention the wound, even the bloody scab that should be left after the wound is healed is gone.

The disinfectant water and medicine are synthesized according to the ratio of the original ingredients, and should not have such a rapid effect.

After washing his face and hands, and making sure that there was no smell, he went back to his room to clean up and get up.

While eating breakfast, she carefully observed Grandpa Lin's complexion.

This was the first time she had carefully observed her grandfather's complexion since she replaced the water at home with the water from Baicao Lake.

The wrinkles on Grandpa's face seem to have faded, and his skin, which had been somewhat dull, has turned wheat-colored.

And grandpa's lips, which used to be a little chapped, also became moist.

After taking Ganbei Hu Winter Pear Paste for a while, Grandpa Lin's cough has completely healed.

After that, she prepared some dendrobium powder for her grandfather and took an appropriate amount every day.

The change in grandpa's complexion, in addition to the effect of dendrobium, should also be indispensable to the effect of Baicao Lake water.

Zihan furrowed her brows and went to school with a heavy heart.

Now that the wound had healed, she tied her hair up in order not to make her grandfather suspicious.

The wound on her face recovered too quickly, which really scared Gu Shaoting and Zhang Youjuan.

Zihan could only tell them that she had secretly used the best medicine in the clinic.

During class on this day, Zihan was always a little absent-minded.

After thinking about it, she finally figured out that the water from Baicao Lake not only has the effect of promoting the growth of crops, but also has the effect of promoting the repair of necrotic cells.

In this case, the water of the lake can be used not only in medicine, but also in cosmetics.

Thinking about this, she couldn't sit still.

finally got out of school in the afternoon, she found an excuse not to go to the field with Gu Shaoting, and couldn't wait to go home.

Zihan thought of rushing directly into the health center and telling her grandfather that she was going back to her hut to 'do her homework'.

Before he thought about it, he was stopped by his grandfather, "Here, these are your two letters, I think one should be written by Yisheng and Yihao, and the other one doesn't know who wrote it, but I didn't write the address." ”

Grandpa Lin twisted his eyebrows and handed the letter to Zihan, his eyes full of doubts.

Except for Yuan Yisheng and Yuan Yihao, he really couldn't think of anyone who would write a letter to the little girl.

Zihan took two letters and told her grandfather that she had done a lot of homework today, and then went back to her cabin.

Looking at the letter in her hand that did not have a mailing address, she couldn't help but be curious, but decided to read the letter first before entering the Baicao Garden to do experiments.

There are not many letters, only two pages.

At the top, it reads, 'Xiaohan, how are you doing these days?' ’

Zihan furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the handwriting that seemed to be somewhat familiar.

The handwriting on the envelope should have been deliberately altered, very different from the handwriting on the letter.

Zihan, who couldn't care about reading it carefully, quickly turned the letter to the second page.

The signature at the end reads, 'Big Brother: Gu Shaoyuan.' ’

Zihan's heartbeat suddenly became faster and chaotic.

How could he write to her, he would come back every weekend.

When I leave, I will come to say goodbye to her and grandpa, and I don't seem to need to write to her, right?