After my nephew recuperated at home for half a month, he was ready to return to school for classes.
Zhou Xiaomin was a bit worried and repeatedly asked Luo Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, will Pengyun have any hidden illnesses in the future?"
Luo Qiao patted her sister-in-law's hand, understanding her feelings well. After all, the injury was so serious at that time, a mother would naturally worry more: "Sister-in-law, don't worry. I assure you that Pengyun is perfectly fine. Even if he wants to join the army in the future, it will not be a problem."
She took a small bottle of scar removal ointment from her bag and handed it to her nephew: "Apply a thin layer on the incision in the morning and evening every day, not too much, applying too much is a waste, and soon the scar will fade and heal."
Luo Pengyun smiled and accepted it, "Thank you, Aunt."
After taking it, he opened it and sniffed it: "Auntie, what a fragrant ointment."
