Song Hua's voice was not loud, but it was firm and forceful.
How could the short-haired girl have imagined that the new transfer student would be so powerful that she couldn't move even with both hands! She tried to break free from Song Hua's grip, but the more she struggled, the tighter Song Hua held, as if her hand would really be broken in the next second.
The short-haired girl endured the severe pain, "Apologize, apologize! I apologize!"
Hearing this, Song Hua lessened the strength in her hand.
The short-haired girl looked at Yun Shiyao, somewhat unwillingly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, "...Sorry!"
Although the voice was very small, Yun Shiyao was still stunned.
How could she have imagined that the short-haired girl would really apologize!
The short-haired girl's name was Su Linfei.
She was a popular figure in Class 6, came from a wealthy family, and had a group of followers. Usually, almost no one in Beiqiao High School dared to provoke her.
The other students in Class 6 were also dumbfounded, their eyes full of shock.
The new female student was a bit formidable. On her first day, she went head-to-head with Su Linfei, and most importantly, she actually won!
"Didn't eat?" Song Hua's fingers slightly tightened.
Su Linfei gasped, her face pale with pain, and immediately raised her voice, looking at Yun Shiyao with a sincere attitude, "Yun Shiyao, I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
"Yaoyao, do you accept her apology?" Song Hua asked.
Yun Shiyao was first stunned, then nodded, "Mm."
All of this felt like a dream.
No one had ever stood up for her before.
After her face was injured, Yun Shiyao had met many people who mocked her, watched the excitement, looked on coldly, and were indifferent, but no one had ever stood up for her like Song Hua.
Only then did Song Hua slowly release Su Linfei's hand.
Su Linfei ran out of the classroom without looking back.
She was the top figure in Beiqiao High School. When had she ever been so humiliated?
Watching Su Linfei's fleeing figure, Song Hua reached out and put her hand on Yun Shiyao's shoulder.
"Don't be afraid, Hua-ge will protect you from now on."
A standard big boss posture.
Yun Shiyao looked up at Song Hua, a mixture of emotions in her heart. After a moment, she stammered, "So...Song Hua."
"Hmm?" Song Hua lowered her eyes to look at her.
"Su...Su..." Yun Shiyao lowered her head, "Su Linfei is right...I...I'm really ugly."
Song Hua smiled slightly, "Beauty and ugliness are just appearances. What's important isn't other people's opinions, but facing yourself squarely. After all, a hundred years from now, you and I will both be just a handful of dust."
Yun Shiyao just looked at her, the mist in her eyes becoming thicker.
More than three years since the disfigurement.
This was the first time someone had said such words to her.
That's right.
A hundred years from now, who won't be just a handful of dust?
"So, can we be friends now?" Song Hua bent down slightly, extending her hand towards Yun Shiyao, her tone soft, "Hello, I'm Song Hua."
Yun Shiyao looked at her, a long-lost smile appearing on her face. The eyes exposed outside her mask curved into crescent moons. She reached out and held Song Hua's hand, "Hua Hua."
"Call me Hua-ge." Song Hua raised her eyebrows slightly.
Yun Shiyao smiled and said, "Hua-ge."
Friendship during student days is pure and unadulterated, and it builds quickly, especially between girls. After a day of getting along, Yun Shiyao regarded Song Hua as a close friend with whom she could talk about anything.
School ended in the evening.
Song Hua rode her bicycle to the Shangguan family's house.
Cheng Lin had been waiting at the door early on. Seeing Song Hua arrive, she immediately went to greet her, "Miss Song."
Song Hua parked her bicycle, "Aunt Lin."
Cheng Lin liked Song Hua very much. It wasn't just because Song Hua was beautiful; she also admired Song Hua's unique temperament and calm demeanor, "Miss Song, you must be hungry after school. I've asked the kitchen to prepare something to eat. Have something first."
"Thank you, Aunt Lin, I'm not hungry." Song Hua continued, "Let's do the acupuncture directly. By the way, does Miss Shangguan have any dietary restrictions?"
"She started the dietary restrictions yesterday," Cheng Lin nodded.
"That's good."
Soon, the two arrived at Shangguan Yingying's bedroom.
Shangguan Yingying was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Song Hua come in, she immediately stood up and said excitedly, "Miss Song."
She had dreamed last night that she had recovered.
She was so happy!
This was the first dream she had had like this since the car accident, and it made her even more confident that Song Hua must be her benefactor.
Song Hua nodded slightly, reached out to take Shangguan Yingying's pulse, and then said, "Miss Shangguan, I'm going to start the acupuncture now. Acupuncture cannot be anesthetized. It might be a bit painful at first, so don't be nervous. If you can't bear it, you can bite on this."
After speaking, Song Hua handed Shangguan Yingying a folded towel.
"Mm." Shangguan Yingying took the towel and nodded.
Song Hua picked up the gold needles and began to apply them.
First, the Baihui acupoint, then the Shenting acupoint, then the Shangxing acupoint...
Hand raised, needle inserted, the whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, without the slightest hesitation. From a distance, it even had a kind of agile martial arts beauty.
Cheng Lin, who was watching from the side, was stunned, her eyes wide.
After all, she had only seen such things on television.
Shangguan Yingying bit the towel in her mouth tightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
But as Song Hua applied the needles, this pain gradually lessened, and finally, she felt nothing at all. Instead, a comfortable warm current replaced it, which was very magical.
After applying the needles, Song Hua took out the ointment she had brought from her bag.
A transparent gel with a faint fragrance.
It felt cool and refreshing when applied to the face, without any adverse reactions.
This was her homemade muscle-regenerating ointment.
After applying the muscle-regenerating ointment, she used gauze to wrap Shangguan Yingying's face layer by layer.
Soon, Shangguan Yingying's face was wrapped in white gauze, with only her eyes and mouth visible. Song Hua used scissors to gently cut off the remaining end of the gauze, and then asked, "Does it hurt now?"
Shangguan Yingying shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Hua instructed, "For the next half month, avoid wind, avoid water, rest in bed, abstain from spicy food, go to bed early and get up early. Avoid large movements of the face, control your emotions, and do not be overly happy or sad. There might be some itching during the wound healing and growth period, remember not to scratch it with your hands at this time, you must endure it! The gauze can be removed after half a month."
Shangguan Yingying was very excited, "Miss Song, do you mean I can recover after half a month?"
"You could say that." At this point, Song Hua paused, "However, the prerequisite for recovery is to strictly follow medical advice."
"Miss Song, don't worry, I will listen to you!"
Song Hua packed her things, preparing to leave, "You can contact me anytime if there's a problem."
"Miss Song, let's add each other on WeChat," Shangguan Yingying said.
"Okay." Song Hua took out her phone.
The two added each other on WeChat.
Cheng Lin was very happy and repeatedly asked Song Hua to stay for dinner before leaving. After Song Hua said she had something to do, Cheng Lin personally saw her off.
Seeing his wife so happy, Shangguan Zheng worried that her hopes would be dashed, and recalling Old Doctor Wu's words, he said, "Miss Song is so young, don't have too high expectations. Moreover, Old Doctor Wu also said that any surgery has risks."
"Why are you being so discouraging!" Cheng Lin frowned slightly.
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
Compared to Song Hua, Shangguan Zheng trusted Old Doctor Wu more. Therefore, he had just contacted Old Doctor Wu. Once any emergency occurred on Song Hua's side, as long as Cheng Lin apologized to Old Doctor Wu, Old Doctor Wu would not stand idly by.
Old Doctor Wu on the other side was looking through medical books.
Song Baoyi poured him a cup of tea. Seeing the phone he had just hung up, she frowned and said, "Master, why are you still bothering with Shangguan Zheng?"
"This matter has nothing to do with Shangguan Zheng," he was a person who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. Old Doctor Wu took a sip of tea, "It's mainly that women have long hair and short wits. Just watch, in half a month, Cheng Lin will come over to serve me tea and apologize."