Rebirth is not the queen's prostitute Wushuang

305 The funeral of the General's Mansion

"Have a funeral?" Lan Ruoqing sat up from Mo Yu's bed, "But I'm not dead yet!"

"Didn't you die again just now?" Sister Ying said mockingly: "If it weren't for me, I'll see the funeral that your parents have done for you, and I'll really make a wish!"

"Dad! Mom!" Lan Ruoqing knelt down in an unknown direction and cried again, "Daughter, I'm sorry for you!"

"Do you still know you're sorry for them?" Yu Xiaoying's words became much softer, "I know you think your face has been destroyed and you can't face someone you knew before, but I promise you that you will definitely restore your past.

Look!"

"Is that OK?" Lan Ruoqing's tone was uncertain.

"Of course!" Yu Xiaoying took out a mirror from the bag on the table and handed it to Lan Ruoqing.

"No! I won't look!" Lan Ruoqing looked at the mirror and hid at the corner of the bed.

"I never needed a mirror, so there was no mirror in the bamboo house. This is what I just bought from the market. I asked you to see, because I wanted you to know that the medicine I applied to you will make your scars.

Days are smaller than day, days are shallower than day."

"Can you?"

"Are you questioning my medical skills?" Yu Xiaoying said unhappily: "Don't forget, how about the medical skills of the Jade-faced Cat? But her medical skills are less than one-tenth of mine. You said, you will

There will be no hope?"

Lan Ruoqing trembled and stretched out her hand, took the mirror, plucked up the courage, and looked at the person in the mirror who was embarrassed, haggard and unconfident.

She saw the familiar face in the mirror.

The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but the current face now starts from the corner of the eye, with a very long wound, as thick as a small finger, about three inches long and scabbed on the wound.

Strangely, the scabs in the wound were not hard like the ones they had when they were injured before, but a thin layer, warm, soft and slippery, like a layer of silk.

Lan Ruoqing stroked the scar with her fingers, and the feeling of touching it didn't hurt.

According to Yu Xiaoying, it should be the fourth day that she fell off the cliff today. Such a big wound should be a scorching pain, how could she not feel at all?

"You are wondering why the wound doesn't hurt, right?" Yu Xiaoying saw Lan Ruoqing's question.

"Yes!" Lan Ruoqing touched the wound again, and it really didn't hurt at all.

"Sister Ying, why does such a long wound feel no pain at all?"

"That's what I have developed for a long time. It has the effect of relieving pain and calming the mind." Yu Xiaoying said proudly, "Your wound is on your face, and it will be unbearable to feel pain, and wait until the scab falls off.

At that time, the newly grown meat will be extremely itchy. Then the medicine you will use will have anti-itchi ingredients, so that you will not scratch your face because the itch feels too strong."

"Sister Ying, is it really that magical?"

Yu Xiaoying pretended to be angry again and said angrily: "You still don't believe me?"

"No! No!" Lan Ruoqing shook her head quickly, "Sister Ying, I believe in you!"

"That's good!" Yu Xiaoying's eyes narrowed into a line again. "If you insist on using the medicine I gave you, you will definitely remove the scars on your face. Now, I have a question to ask you."

"What do Sister Ying want to ask?" Lan Ruoqing already regarded Yu Xiaoying as a close friend.

"Your family is holding you a funeral. Are you sure you don't go back and tell them the news that you are still alive?"