"Mr. Bai, this is the expected rendering of various plastic surgery schemes, and the computer has simulated it, you can take a look. In Xiaobai's ward, a doctor in a white coat took five or six color pictures printed out by the computer and handed them to Bai Shaoliu.

Bai Shaoliu took the picture and looked at it carefully, frowned and asked, "Professor Chen, is this the actual effect?"

Prof. Chen: "This is the best expected result that can be achieved when all kinds of surgical conditions are perfect. ”

Bai Shaoliu: "It seems, it seems to be ......" He couldn't say any more.

Professor Chen: "It still seems ugly and weird, isn't it? This is a restorative plastic surgery, not a conventional medical cosmetology. The muscles and fascial tissues of Ms. Zhuang's face are cut and misaligned, not to mention the superficial skin damage. Even if a large area of skin grafting is not completed at one time, it needs to go through multiple sewing surgeries, and it is impossible to become a normal person. ...... The level of medicine in Uyu can only be done to this extent, and it may be better to go abroad, but I don't think it will be too far behind. ”

Bai Shaoliu: "Then she, then she can only do this?"

Professor Chen: "Compared to her original appearance, she has recovered a lot. In fact, this kind of surgery is more of a spiritual comfort and repair for me. If we want to get back to what we were, we don't have the ability to do that, unless we ......"

Bai Shaoliu: "Unless what?"

Professor Chen smiled bitterly: "Unless you can find a miracle medicine like 'Tianxiang Intermittent Cream' in Xianxia novels, it's just a joke." ”

Bai Shaoliu: "Thank you, Professor Chen, I know! I haven't seen these pictures yet, right?"

Professor Chen: "Miss Zhuang hasn't seen it yet. ”

Bai Shaoliu: "Professor Chen, I beg you for one thing, don't show me these things to Sister Zhuang until all the operations are completed." ”

Professor Chen: "I understand what you mean, I will do this, so that the patient can cooperate more easily." ”

After Professor Chen left, Bai Shaoliu sat at the head of the bed and looked at these computer simulation renderings, shaking his head and sighing as he watched. How to describe the most "beautiful" of these pictures? A beautiful doll, half of its face torn apart, and barely stitched together with another material. If anything, it's that you can still recognize the face of a doll. This is not the case with this one, not to mention the others. At this moment, I heard footsteps outside the door, it was Zhuang Ru who came back, and Xiaobai hid the pictures under the pillow in a little panic.

In the middle of the night, Xiaobai suddenly woke up in his sleep, and saw Zhuang Ru sitting on the sand without sleep in the dark, covering his face with his hands and gently twitching his shoulders. She was crying, but she didn't make a sound. Xiao Bai hurriedly sat up, the sound of the hospital bed alarmed Zhuang Ru, she secretly wiped the tears on her face, and asked in a voice as calm as possible: "Xiao Bai, why are you up? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Bai Shaoliu: "I'm fine, why don't you sleep, Sister Zhuang?"

Zhuang Ru: "I can't sleep, I just want to sit for a while, you sleep." Her voice concealed a sense of despair. Xiaobai felt that something was wrong, and reached under the pillow, and the pieces of paper were gone!

Xiaobai understood why Zhuang Ru was secretly crying at night, because she saw these postoperative renderings. Originally, Zhuang Ru had gradually become accustomed to the fact that she was disfigured in front of Xiaobai, and her emotions calmed down. But suddenly there was hope for a surgical repair, and her calm mood was again in ecstasy, but now when she saw these things, it was like falling from the peak to the bottom again, even worse than the second injury - the effect of the operation was very different from what she expected.

Xiaobai didn't know how to comfort Zhuang Ru, got off the hospital bed and staggered a few steps to the side of the sand, silently hugged Zhuang Ru's head between his chest and abdomen, and stretched out a hand in the dark to caress her half-covered face: "Sister Zhuang, don't be sad, isn't the saddest time already over? Surgery, it's much better than no surgery, don't you say? The situation will only get better and not worse." ”

It's okay not to persuade this, but Zhuang Ru couldn't help it, she twitched her shoulders and finally cried, tears flowed out again and wet Xiaobai's hands, she said in a crying voice: "Xiaobai, thank you, and thank you Miss Luo, but I won't do this operation anyway." Is there a difference between scaring someone to death twice and scaring someone to death once?...... It's not necessary to spend so much money and leave such a big scar on your leg, it's not worth it!" she burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, if you don't do it, we won't do it! Don't cry, okay?...... In fact, in addition to plastic surgery, you can think of other ways...... "Xiaobai knows that it is useless to reason at this time, so he can only talk about it after coaxing her." However, when he said this, he suddenly remembered something, and his voice paused.

Zhuang Ru heard that his voice was different, stopped crying for the time being, raised her teary eyes and asked, "Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?...... You just said there was another way?" Although Zhuang Ru was crying, she could hear every word Xiaobai said clearly.

Xiao Bai frowned and said five words: "Golden Sores Intermittent Glue!" The expression in the darkness seemed to be trying to recall some distant memory.

Zhuang Ru: "What glue?"

Bai Shaoliu: "Sister Zhuang, don't talk yet, let me think about it...... Let me tell you, there is a compound Chinese medicine in this world that treats trauma, and the effect is very magical, and it may cure the scars on your face. ...... Someone told me the prescription and how to use it, and I was thinking. Xiaobai thought of something, he thought of an incident a long time ago, he was born in his hometown Xiaobai Village. ――

At that time, Hou Bai Shaoliu was only five years old, that is, he was still very hazy in his memory. There was a young man named Bai Jiangmin in their village who had joined the army with honor, and later returned home to visit his relatives and looked around for someone to treat a scar on his arm that he had left when he was a child. It is said that because the Air Force Military Academy was about to select pilots from the grassroots units, Bai Jiangmin also wanted to go to the military academy, but a veteran told him that the conditions for selecting pilots at that time were very harsh, and he could not pass the first level of physical examination with such obvious scars on his body. Bai Jiangmin was moved and quietly went to the hospital to ask the doctor if he could heal the scar? The doctor told him that he couldn't, but he still didn't give up, so he took a leave of home leave and returned to his hometown to inquire around, wanting to see if there was a way to use traditional folk Chinese medicine.

Here is an explanation that the traditional medical techniques of Zhixu Kingdom study the operation of the intestines, qi and blood meridians, focusing on symptomatic treatment rather than debating the medical table, and the means used include internal decoction, external application of ointment, scraping, and pricking, etc. Because the Zhixu Kingdom was the Kunlun Great 6 Central Empire in ancient times, its traditional medicine for 3,000 years is called traditional Chinese medicine.

Bai Jiangmin inquired around, and really found an old Chinese medicine doctor, nodded and said that he could erase his scars, and personally came to Xiaobai Village for treatment. This old Chinese medicine doctor surnamed Jin, from Shizhu Village at the foot of Zhaoting Mountain in Wucheng, is very old, and people from ten miles and eight towns call him Grandpa Jin. At that time, the external application used by Grandpa Jin to treat scars was called "Golden Sore Intermittent Gel", which was originally created by him based on his decades of experience in practicing medicine.

Ten days later, Bai Jiangmin's scar really disappeared, leaving only a faint trace on his arm, which was slightly darker than the skin tone in other places. No matter how you look at it, you can't tell that there is a scar there, you can only think that it is an inconspicuous birthmark.

Why did Xiao Bai think of something so far away? Because when he casually coaxed Zhuang Ru just now and said, "You can think of other ways", he remembered what Professor Chen said during the day: "Unless you can find a miracle medicine like 'Tianxiang Intermittent Cream' in martial arts novels." Among them, the word "intermittent" flashed in his mind, like opening a floodgate of memory, and the five words "golden sores intermittent glue" came out of his mouth, and then he vaguely remembered the past of Grandpa Jin, an old Chinese medicine doctor in Wucheng, who treated scars.