Song Baoyi just looked at Zhou Fengyan, her eyes full of determination.
She was indeed confident that she could cure Yun Shiyao.
Not eighty percent.
But one hundred percent!
Saying she had eighty percent confidence was being modest.
Song Baoyi believed that one should always act with humility, no matter the circumstances.
Zhou Fengyan looked at Song Baoyi, her expression somewhat complicated and a little wavering.
After a moment, Song Baoyi continued, "Madam Yun, traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes medical affinity and trust. If you don't trust me, then I can only say that Miss Yun and I have no medical affinity."
Speaking of this, Song Baoyi stood up, "Your time is precious. Since Miss Yun and I have no medical affinity, I won't disturb you any longer."
This was the integrity of a doctor.
Zhou Fengyan's distrust was her loss.
She would regret it.
Just as Song Baoyi was about to leave, Zhou Fengyan said, "Miss Song, wait a moment!"
Song Baoyi turned back to look at Zhou Fengyan, still with that gentle and generous demeanor.
"Madam Yun, is there anything else?"
Zhou Fengyan looked at Song Baoyi, "Miss Song, I believe you."
Song Baoyi was, after all, Wu Yue's disciple.
Wu Yue had the reputation of being Bian Que reborn.
Because of her appearance, Yun Shiyao had become increasingly insecure and timid in recent years. As a mother, she couldn't bear to watch her daughter like this.
Therefore.
She chose to believe Song Baoyi.
Zhou Fengyan continued, "Miss Song, I'm entrusting my daughter to you."
Song Baoyi smiled faintly, "Thank you for your trust. As doctors, saving lives and healing the wounded is our responsibility."
Zhou Fengyan then asked, "Miss Song, may I ask when you can start treating my daughter?"
Song Baoyi said, "I need to see Miss Yun's face to determine which medicinal materials are needed."
"Then I'll call Shiyao in now."
"Okay." Song Baoyi nodded.
Soon, Yun Shiyao walked in, "Mom."
"Shiyao." Zhou Fengyan walked over and took Yun Shiyao's hand, "Let Miss Song take a look at your face."
Hearing this, Yun Shiyao looked up at Song Baoyi, a look in her eyes that was hard to describe.
She had experienced too much disappointment.
Now, she no longer held any expectations.
Song Baoyi walked over and said friendly, "Miss Yun, please take off your mask."
Yun Shiyao was stunned for a moment.
She really didn't want to show her scars to others.
She couldn't stand other people's strange gazes.
"Shiyao, be good," Zhou Fengyan said softly, "let Miss Song take a look."
Song Baoyi then said, "Miss Yun, in the eyes of us doctors, there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness. My task is to heal your face."
Yun Shiyao bit her lip and slowly pulled off her mask.
Although she had long been mentally prepared that Yun Shiyao's facial scars wouldn't be good, Song Baoyi was still greatly shocked when she directly saw Yun Shiyao's face.
Most of Yun Shiyao's face was covered in scars left after a burn, hideous and terrifying, no wonder she had once scared children to tears.
Seeing the strange look on Song Baoyi's face, Yun Shiyao quickly put on her mask.
She originally thought Song Baoyi wouldn't be afraid.
Unexpectedly...
Zhou Fengyan looked at Song Baoyi, "Miss Song, how is it?"
Song Baoyi suppressed the shock in her heart, "Miss Yun's scars are quite severe. I need to go back and prepare the medicine. I estimate it will take about fifteen days to gather all the necessary medicinal materials. Then I will come to Miss Yun's residence to treat her."
Although it was only a glance, Song Baoyi quickly determined the condition of Yun Shiyao's face.
For others, such old burns would be impossible to treat.
But who was she?
She was Song Baoyi!
She had absolute confidence that she could cure Yun Shiyao.
As long as she cured Yun Shiyao, then she would be Yun Shiyao's re-creator!
At that time, whatever she said, the Yun family would have to do.
"Miss Song, then thank you very much!" Zhou Fengyan was very excited.
Song Baoyi smiled faintly, "Madam Yun, as I said, this is a doctor's responsibility."
Zhou Fengyan admired Song Baoyi even more.
After the consultation, Madam Yun greeted everyone and left with Yun Shiyao.
The topic of conversation returned to Song Baoyi.
"Miss Song is so outstanding and also knows medicine. She should choose a good husband. It's really a bargain for that... that..." The word 'good-for-nothing' that was about to come out of Madam Fang's mouth made a sudden turn, "...third son of the Yu family!"
Although Yu Tingzhi was a good-for-nothing, he was after all Song Baoyi's fiancé. In front of Song Baoyi, she still had to give him some face.
Hearing this, Zhou Lei's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a smile, "Madam Fang, you must be mistaken, right? The one engaged to the third son of the Yu family is my eldest daughter, Song Hua."
Eldest daughter?
Only then did everyone remember that Song Dalong and Zhou Lei also had an adopted daughter.
"Oh, right, right, right," Madam Fang was also a shrewd person and immediately reacted, saying with a smile, "I was mistaken! I was mistaken!"
Madam Li on the side said, "The people who want to pursue Miss Song can form a line from Jiang City to the neighboring Yun City! What is the third son of the Yu family? How dare he even think about Miss Song? In my opinion, Miss Song is worthy of Mr. Xianting!"
Mr. Xianting was a well-known tycoon in China.
Not only in China, but even internationally, he was a figure that made people tremble with fear.
Three years ago, the General Chamber of Commerce he founded had established a place for itself internationally. All Chinese businessmen had to conduct business under his protection.
At the same time, he was also the patron saint and guiding light of businessmen.
It was just that Mr. Xianting was too mysterious and had never appeared in financial newspapers, so the outside world was very curious about him.
Mentioning Mr. Xianting, a hint of shyness appeared on Song Baoyi's face.
Mr. Xianting was her idol and her ideal type.
After all, as the protagonist, she would either not marry, or she would marry the most brilliant one!
Although she had never met Mr. Xianting before, she believed that one day, Mr. Xianting would fall for her.
Excellent people would always attract each other!
The tea party ended.
Zhou Lei asked, "Baoyi, how was it? Are you confident about Miss Yun's injury?"
"Don't worry, I can definitely restore Yun Shiyao's previous appearance."
Hearing this, Zhou Lei was very excited, "Baoyi, the future glory of our Song family will depend on you!"
Not to mention Jiang City, even in the entire China, there wouldn't be a second girl as outstanding as Song Baoyi.
"Hmm." Song Baoyi nodded.
Song Baoyi was confident that she could lead the Song family to the pinnacle of the wealthy families.
Zhou Lei continued, "Baoyi, if you can really marry Mr. Xianting, then my life will not have been in vain!"
That was Mr. Xianting!
A god-like existence!
The corners of Song Baoyi's lips slightly curved up. Although she didn't speak, her eyes were full of determination.
Today was the day the miraculous doctor Wu came for Shangguan Yingying's follow-up visit.
Three days had passed, and the injuries on Shangguan Yingying's face had indeed recovered a lot.
After taking her pulse, the miraculous doctor Wu raised his hand and stroked his snow-white beard, "Mr. Shangguan, Madam Shangguan, and Mr. Cheng, please rest assured, Miss Shangguan is already fine! She will be able to be exposed to sunlight in another half a month."
"Really?" Shangguan Yingying was very excited.
The miraculous doctor Wu nodded.
He had practiced medicine for so many years and rarely made mistakes.
"Thank you." Cheng Lin took out the bank card she had prepared long ago, "A small token of our appreciation, please accept it."
The miraculous doctor Wu naturally wouldn't refuse, after all, he made his living from his medical skills, "If there are any problems, the two of you can have Mr. Cheng contact me."
"Okay." Shangguan Zheng saw the miraculous doctor Wu out.
Inside the room.
Cheng Lin was very happy and said to Cheng Yuang, "This miraculous doctor Wu is indeed worthy of his reputation!"
Cheng Yuang said with a smile, "That's for sure! He is after all a descendant of Bian Que!"
Shangguan Yingying touched her recovering face, revealing a long-lost smile, "Uncle, thank you."
Cheng Yuang patted Shangguan Yingying's head, "Silly child!"
The next morning.
A scream broke the tranquility of the Shangguan family.
Cheng Lin and Shangguan Zheng rushed to their daughter's bedroom at the first moment, their faces full of nervousness, "Yingying, what's wrong?"
Shangguan Yingying covered her face with both hands, crying her heart out, "Mom and Dad! What should I do! My face is rotting! My face is rotting!"
"Yingying, it's okay, let Mom see your face!" Cheng Lin calmed down and comforted her softly.
Hearing this, Shangguan Yingying slowly squatted on the bed and let go of her hands.
Seeing Shangguan Yingying's face, Cheng Lin and Shangguan Zheng were both shocked!
They saw that Shangguan Yingying's face, which had been gradually recovering well, had now ulcerated. Yellowish-white pus flowed from the wounds, a horrifying sight. At the same time, there was a faint, foul odor in the air.
Cheng Lin immediately turned to look at Shangguan Zheng, "Quick! Quick, call Yuang over!"