If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Jiang Lie came out of the house and immediately saw the figure standing behind her. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Auntie, is there something you need so late?"

Zhang Lan looked at him somewhat awkwardly. Her daughter had wronged him in the past, and now she had come to him for help again. She wondered if he would hold a grudge about what had happened back then. Sigh.

After all, who wouldn't feel resentful after three years of being let down?

Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Jiang Lie, we came to see Doctor Wen for a medical check-up. We were wondering if she's available right now. If she's really not available, we can come tomorrow during the day."

While everyone in the brigade is out working in the fields, I can bring my daughter to see a doctor later, so that no one with ulterior motives sees her and starts spreading rumors that are really unpleasant.

If they really refuse to treat her, she can only take her daughter to other places to see if there might be a solution.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lie glanced at the people behind her and hummed in agreement: "You all wait in the courtyard. I'll go to the room and ask my wife. Please wait a moment."

Zhang Lan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, we'll wait."

After Jiang Lie entered the house, Lin Fengjiao pulled at the cloth wrapped around her face, feeling a throbbing pain in her face, which made her increasingly irritable. This was too torturous.

"Mother, do you think he might say bad things and make Wen Yao refuse to treat my illness? I've been to two hospitals in the city and seen traditional Chinese medicine doctors, but they can't do anything about my face."

As she spoke, her voice trembled with tears: "Mom, I really don't want to become an ugly monster, I don't want my face to rot away, boohoo."

Zhang Lan knew her daughter's face was in serious condition, and that further delay would only cause trouble. Now she could only hope that Dr. Wen could really cure her.

She gently patted her daughter's hand and said, "Fengjiao, don't be afraid. As long as she can cure you, I will beg for it for you. Don't worry, Dr. Wen is a kind-hearted girl."

"Even if you had some past disagreements, it wasn't really a feud. Besides, she's a doctor and you're a patient. What doctor would stand by and watch someone die?"

Lin Fengjiao sobbed, "But I'm also afraid she can't cure me. The old Chinese medicine doctor said it wouldn't work. If she can't do it either, who else can I turn to? What if my face gets ruined?"

"Will Qingshu divorce me? Will I be unwanted? If I come back then, those people will definitely laugh at me. I don't want to. I won't be able to live."

Zhang Lan was heartbroken: "Oh my darling, don't cry, your tears are breaking my heart."

"There will be a way, there definitely will be."

Wen Yao came out after getting dressed and said softly, "Come into the examination room with me, let me see what's wrong."

"Okay, we're coming right now."

Sitting face to face, Lin Fengjiao was a little awkward: "My condition is on my face. If you see it, you mustn't laugh at me. See if you can cure it."

"Okay, move the cloth aside so I can take a look."

"Um."

As the cloth was removed from her face, her face, covered in pustules, was exposed, emitting a faint stench. It was absolutely awful, and Wen Yao immediately frowned.

"How long have you had these pimples on your face? From when they first appeared until now."

"It's been about a month and a half. I went to the hospital during that time, and the doctor gave me some ointment to apply, but it didn't help much, and my face even hurt more."

Lin Fengjiao couldn't help but complain, "Incompetent doctors, they're all incompetent doctors. How come such a big hospital can't cure my acne? It wasn't this bad at first."

Wen Yao turned on the light bulb, instantly brightening the room. She walked over and bent down slightly to examine her face closely. Pus had come out, and there was a large, red, swollen bump at the base. This was no small pimple.

This is clearly a boil, how can it be treated as a small pimple?

"Dr. Wen, is my daughter's face serious? Is it treatable? Will it leave scars?"

"It can be treated, but it's very troublesome. You need to come to me every day for medication and treatment, which will take at least half a month. There are also many precautions to take, such as paying attention to your diet and other aspects."

When Zhang Lan heard that it was curable, she relaxed a little and said excitedly, "It's okay, it's okay, half a month is fine. My daughter will be cured before we go back to the city."

Will it leave a scar?

Wen Yao calmly said, "If the precautions are followed, there won't be any scars left. The recovery period is about three months. Even after I'm cured, she'll still need to take the medication on time when she goes back."

"The most troublesome part here is the first stage, which involves removing the toxins and cleaning the wound. The pain from cleaning is excruciating; you can only endure it because there's no other way."

"Your daughter's condition is mainly caused by heat toxins, not just simple pimples caused by internal heat. It can be cleared up with some ointment. How can you still think of such a big bump as a small pimple?"

Lin Fengjiao tried to touch her face, but Wen Yao grabbed her wrist: "Don't move. Your hands are dirty and you can't touch your face. Your face is already infected. If you touch it, it will only make it worse."

"I'll explain the symptoms on your face in detail, the treatment process, and the required consultation fee. Once you understand and decide on the treatment, we can begin first thing tomorrow morning."

"This can't be delayed any longer. If it's delayed any longer, the flesh on your face will rot away, and by the time it rots to the bone, even the gods won't be able to save you."

Lin Fengjiao was startled by these words. Ignoring her awkwardness, she grabbed her clothes tightly as if grasping at a lifeline: "Okay, as long as you can cure my face, I'll do whatever you say."

Wen Yao briefly explained the treatment process and precautions. She would naturally keep a closer eye on things once the treatment actually started, as they needed to understand the overall situation.

Especially the seriousness of the precautions.

"Come on, stretch out your hand so I can take your pulse."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, Wen Yao looked at her and said, "You're holding onto your emotions, and the anger and toxins are showing on your face. How could someone so young be so foolish?"

"You've only been married a short time, what are you holding onto? You can't bottle up your emotions, or you'll develop all sorts of illnesses."

Lin Fengjiao turned her face away, not daring to look at her, and stubbornly said, "I'm not holding a grudge. I'm just... a little unaccustomed to the city right now. Is it wrong for me to miss home?"

Wen Yao looked at her stubborn expression and said, "There's nothing wrong with missing home, but I'm the doctor and you're the patient. You can't hide it from me when I take your pulse; the root of the problem is here."

"If you want to avoid making the same mistake again and suffer less, it's best to vent your anger whenever you feel it, which is better than the painful treatment of a badly damaged face."

"I understand."

"Then we'll come for treatment tomorrow. Do you have any pain relievers? My face hurts a lot, and I can't sleep at night. It's so painful."

Lin Fengjiao's eyes were a little red as she spoke. I don't know if she can understand. Don't say she's being dramatic. This is real heartache, and she's sobbing.

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "Wait a moment, I'll go get you some medicine to suppress the heat toxins and temporarily stop them from surging up. It's just to relieve the symptoms, not to cure the root cause. Starting tomorrow, we'll treat it both internally and externally."