Chapter 85: So Many Patients Needing Plastic Surgery

Nangong Ye retracted his hand that had been reaching out to the middle of the air. 。He gave a soft cough, and in a voice she alone could hear, whispered into her ear: “Xuan’er, you need not thank me…...Chen Le also knows that the biggest stone in a chef's heart is his daughter, whose half face is covered by a birthmark.

He could see that the benefactor was eager to leave.

But this cook is a good person, and I've patronized him quite a bit over the years.

Chen Le thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I'll take you to see the benefactor."

As soon as she heard footsteps, Qingxuan was already ready to leave with the roast chicken in hand.

To my surprise, two people walked in. Besides Chen Le, there was also a middle-aged man with a square face and an air of fire about him.

The middle-aged man knelt before Qingxuan with a thud: "Goddess Doctor, please save my daughter!"

Chen Lejian saw Qing Xuan frown, and he worried about causing trouble for his benefactor. He immediately explained, "Benefactor, his name is Zhou San, the cook at our Wuyi Ju. His daughter has had a birthmark the size of a bowl on her face since she was born. Now that she's almost coming of age, but because of the birthmark, she can't get married."

On Wednesday, Zhou San was worried that Qing Xuan wouldn't help him remove the birthmark on his daughter's face. Before Qing Xuan could speak, Zhou San began to kowtow to her heavily, banging his forehead until it bled instantly.

Wednesday: "Goddess doctor, please. Save my daughter. Otherwise, my daughter will be ruined for life!"

Every time Qingxuan saw these ancients show her such great respect, she would feel that they were flattering her.

Qingxuan could tell that Zhou San in front of her was determined to have her save him. If she refused, he would just keep kneeling there, blocking the door and not letting her leave.

Qingxuan couldn't help but rub her forehead.

She just wanted to bring Yunsheng to this store to eat roast chicken, but she unexpectedly encountered patients who needed treatment one after another.

To be more precise, it refers to patients who need medical beauty procedures.

Qingxuan: "Since you call me the Divine Doctor, that means you trust me."

On Wednesday, Zhou San looked at Chen Le's small scars and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, Zhou San trusts the Goddess Doctor!"

Qingxuan: "In that case, in three days, I will come to this study again. At that time, you will bring your daughter over so I can see the birthmark on her face and how to treat it."

Wednesday hesitated: "This..."

On Wednesday, he thought that if the goddess doctor agreed, he would immediately go home and bring his daughter.

However...

Now that the goddess doctor has left, will she really come back in three days as promised

For a moment, Zhou San was caught in a dilemma.

Qingxuan immediately guessed what Zhou San was thinking when she saw his expression.

Qingxuan laughed softly.

Qingxuan: “If you distrust me so much, then I won’t treat your daughter’s birthmark anymore.”

Chen Lejian saw that Qing Xuan was truly angry, and hurriedly pushed Zhou San aside.

Chen Le: "What are you doing on Wednesday My benefactor has something urgent to attend to today. Since it's my benefactor who promised you, my benefactor will definitely keep their word. If you're so petty, then I must have mistaken you for a friend."

On Wednesday, Zhou San was afraid that Qing Xuan wouldn't treat his daughter's face.

He thought his daughter would be in pain her whole life because of the birthmark on her face, but now plastic surgeons can remove it.

He couldn't afford to miss such an opportunity.

On Wednesday, Zhou San immediately nodded repeatedly: "Divine Doctor, in three days, I will definitely bring my daughter to this private room."

Qingxuan, hearing this, nodded in satisfaction: “In that case, what are you still kneeling for Get up quickly.”

On Wednesday, she rushed off, thinking of all the things she had to do next. She threw a bottle of anti-inflammatory and bruise-removing ointment at Zhou San, then left Wuyi Ju with three roasted chickens in hand.

When Qingxuan arrived at the Taoist temple, Jiang Hong had already been standing at the entrance, anxiously looking around.

Seeing Qingxuan arrive, Jiang Hong excitedly grasped Qingxuan's hand: "Wang... Miss, these past few days I have taken care of A Yue according to your instructions. A Yue's condition has improved a lot. Now there is color on his face and he no longer vomits blood."

Ginger's condition improving was as expected.

Qingxuan followed Jianghong into the room where Jianghui was staying. She saw Jianghui in good spirits, sitting at the table and drinking millet porridge by himself. time, whether she could or couldn't answer the other person's riddle would no longer matter.However, just as Qingxuan was about to speak, a low and cold voice rang out from the sixth floor of Zhenbao...