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Chapter 895: Chapter 895: Sister, Can You Cure Me?
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Chapter 895: Chapter 895: Sister, Can You Cure Me?
Perhaps it was her cheek that looked somewhat frightening, as surprise painted across the eyes of all four individuals.
Qiao Yin scanned the room, and aside from Wang Ruohua lying on the hospital bed, there were three other people. The elderly man she recognized from the news, Wang Zhiquan, Wang Ruohua’s grandfather.
The other two, a man and a woman, Qiao Yin did not know, but she could guess that they must be Wang Ruohua’s parents.
With a calm demeanor amid their doubtful gazes, Qiao Yin introduced herself, “My name is Qiao Yin. You may call me Doctor Qiao. I have some expertise in the treatment of external injuries and internal recovery. Chairman Lu called me to assist, and I will be Wang Ruohua’s chief physician, completely in charge of her physical recovery.”
Wang Zhiquan stepped forward to Qiao Yin, extending his hand, “Doctor Qiao, I am the kid’s grandfather. Thank you for agreeing to help treat my granddaughter.”
Qiao Yin shook his hand, “It’s what I should do.”
“I want to confirm— the scar ointment we bought from Lu Yanxi’s auction house, was it personally made by you?”
“I made it.”
Qiao Yin briefly explained, “The formula is a secret family recipe that has never been sold before. Yan Xi is a good friend of mine, and she thought the ointment was miraculous. She insisted on selling it, so I make one batch a month for her to auction.”
Everyone in the ward, upon hearing her admission, displayed expressions of elation.
Wang Zhiquan was particularly excited, “Then, can you prepare some more medicine for my granddaughter? As you have seen, she has extensive burn injuries, and a little ointment won’t be enough. I’ve been informed by Chairman Lu that the medicinal herbs you require are very rare and costly. This we can leave to the Wang Family to collect; your responsibility would be solely to make the medicine. Is that possible?”
Of course, since Qiao Yin had them transferred to Shensong Hospital, her intention was to completely heal the kid. She wouldn’t refuse, “It’s possible. However, when I say the herbs are rare, it’s not an excuse; some key ingredients are truly hard to find, and the production process takes a long time as well. It needs at least a week’s time for the ointment to be ready, so the kid will have to wait a little longer.”
“No problem, no matter how difficult it is to acquire the herbs, we will find a way to procure them. We can wait, be it for a week, a month, or even two; as long as it can bring our kid back to normal, it’s all worth it!”
Qiao Yin nodded, answered a few more of Wang Zhiquan’s questions, and then approached Wang Ruohua to examine her scars.
Beyond the already recovered face, the rest of Wang Ruohua’s body was so badly burned it was unrecognizable. Her treatment had been ongoing for more than two months, yet there were many areas still suffering from continuous infection, preventing new skin from forming.
Where new skin had grown, it was covered in uneven, harrowing burn scars.
“Sister.”
Wang Ruohua suddenly spoke, but her voice was not the clear tone of a child, but rather a harsh, unpleasant rasp, “Did you heal my face?”
Qiao Yin nodded, “Sort of.”
“Thank you, sister. But, sister, your face… the ointment you used on me, doesn’t it work on your face? The other half of your face is so beautiful. Everyone says I am pretty, but I think you’re the most beautiful.”
Qiao Yin looked at the young girl’s face, which, though not yet fully matured, was surely that of a future beauty, and gave a crafted response, “My face was like this from testing medicines; it will get better in a few days. Your voice wasn’t like this before, was it? Do you need my help to restore it to how it used to be?”
Wang Ruohua’s beautiful eyes filled with surprise, “Really, sister? The doctors who treated me before all said my voice couldn’t be restored. They said my vocal cords were too severely damaged in the fire and that I would probably have this voice forever. Can you really heal me?”
