Chapter 370

Qingcheng took the bottle of ointment, with stars twinkling in her eyes.

She squeezed tightly, her mood fluctuated when she thought she wouldn't be so excited.

She looked at Meng Ying nervously and excitedly.

Meng Ying smiled and pushed her shoulders and walked in, "Don't be nervous, I will accompany you."

Spread the ointment evenly on that face.

The medicine Xu Nianhua developed was not bad, it only had a faint herbal smell, not unpleasant.

White, like a mask.

Qingcheng sat in front of the mirror and took several deep breaths.

Meng Ying smiled and pressed her shoulders, looking at the face in the mirror, "Don't be nervous, everything will be fine."

"I've accepted it until I die, and I'm holding this face. Now it suddenly gives me hope. I hope to get better, but I'm afraid it will be disappointment."

Qingcheng thought she wouldn't care, but when it really came to this kind of time, the pressure in her heart was also there.

She was nervous, scared, apprehensive, restless.

It was an expectation full of expectations, and she was afraid that it would still be a dream in the end.

"I said, as long as the poison can be removed, there is no problem." Meng Ying held her shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will only get better. It's not good to say, anyway, it's already like this, it won't be better than It's worse now."

Qingcheng took a deep breath, with firm eyes, "Yes, it won't be worse than it is now."

...

In the evening, Mu Yuansheng called Meng Ying, knowing that she was here in Qingcheng, and said he would pick her up later.

The medicine on Qingcheng's face had soaked into the skin, and she could feel the pain on her face, as if it had been torn apart again.

However, nothing could be seen on the surface.

Meng Ying didn't understand medicine either, "Could it be that the medicine is working and killing the virus?"

"I don't know." Qingcheng took a deep breath, the pain on her face made her hold her palm tightly, her fingernails sunk in deeply, the palm was soaked with blood, it was not as painful as the pain on her face.

Meng Ying was a little worried.

She said, "Why don't you go and see Xu Nianhua?"

Qingcheng shook her head, "No."

"I don't know medicine. In case something happens, it would be better if Xu Nianhua is here." Meng Ying persuaded.

Qingcheng still shook her head stubbornly, "No..."

Meng Ying frowned, seeing her like this, helpless.

Qingcheng bit her lip, the blood from her palm dripped onto the floor.

Meng Ying was extremely anxious.

"No, either go find Xu Nianhua, or I'll call Xu Nianhua." Meng Ying couldn't wait any longer.

Qingcheng grabbed her hand, pleading in his eyes, "Sister, please, don't ask him to come."

"Why?" Meng Ying was puzzled.

There were tears in Qingcheng's eyes, "I will scare people to death when I am like this."

"Nonsense!" Meng Ying scolded, "He is a doctor, and he still has the professional ethics of a doctor. If you go on like this, if something happens, I still have to send you to him."

The tears in Qingcheng's eyes swirled, and finally her hand slowly let go.

"It's okay." Meng Ying called Xu Nianhua and asked him to come see the patient.

During the period of waiting for Xu Nianhua's arrival, the torment in Qingcheng's heart was even more unbearable than the pain on his face.

Besides Meng Ying, she spent the most time with Xu Nianhua.

Xu Nianhua looked out of place, but he was a very funny and humorous man.

Serious work, but also fun.

He will make her happy, even if she doesn't smile, he will not tire of it.

All these years, she has been locked in the dark room in the castle, and she can't remember who gave her tenderness.

From the very beginning, she was a pawn, a machine.

No one would treat her as tenderly as Meng Ying and Xu Nianhua.

Meng Ying had seen her earlier in the morning and did not dislike her.

But Xu Nianhua...

If he saw her face, would he still make her happy like before?

Qingcheng was afraid.