"Nonsense!" He Xuanzhi walked over with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent, "Do you think it's Immortal Water? Just applying it makes it work, needing us for such... herbs! How is that possible?!"
He leaned in for a closer look, and was utterly taken aback!
On the woman's previously disfigured face, a scabbed scar had shed its brown crust, revealing the pink tender flesh beneath, showing faint signs of healing?!
Mind you, the wounds on her face were made with a dagger! Deep and wide, if not for his medicine, in this awful weather, the scab would have taken much longer to form.
But even if the scab falls off, no new flesh would grow, only leaving behind an unbearable scar.
This process is lengthy and torturous, the most grueling part for the injured, enduring not only physical pain but also emotional turmoil.
Especially since this woman's wound was on her face.
