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

Lin Fengjiao hummed in agreement, and after seeing her leave, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Mother, did you hear that? She said my face can be cured."

Zhang Lan's eyes reddened as she looked at her daughter's face exposed to the light, so clear and terrifying that she dared not look at it anymore. She was completely different from her former charming appearance.

She choked up, saying, "My daughter, you've only been married to someone in the city for a short time, how did you become like this? Has someone been bullying you?"

"Is it the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship that's difficult, or the husband-wife relationship that's difficult? Shen Qingshu seemed to care about you a lot before, so why are you holding a grudge? You're not the kind of person who would swallow your anger."

Hearing her mother's distressed words, Lin Fengjiao's nose tingled, and she felt extremely aggrieved: "Mother, I can't explain it, but I often feel so suffocated that I can't breathe."

"His sister's two kids are simply devils. They're not normal, innocent, and cute three-year-olds at all. When I'm home, they cause a lot of trouble, but when Qingshu is home, they're exceptionally well-behaved."

"I... I really can't take it anymore. I wanted his sister to take the child, but he actually called me selfish and said I was trying to drive his sister to her death. Waaah, he didn't take my side at all."

Zhang Lan's heart ached as she listened. Seeing her daughter like this, all the vanity that her son-in-law from the city had brought her was now shattered. But what could she do? Her daughter was already married; this was a dead end.

Which woman hasn't gone through this? Marrying into her husband's family means enduring mistreatment, being bullied by her mother-in-law, and being harassed by her sister-in-law.

If a man is willing to protect her even slightly, that's already a great blessing. Not to mention that Fengjiao is a second-time bride from the countryside, while in the city it's her first marriage. She wouldn't have the confidence to really cause trouble for someone.

"Oh, Fengjiao, every woman goes through this. As long as the man doesn't beat you, you can endure it. Things will get better once you have a child."

"Besides, this is your second marriage and his is his first. I reckon your mother-in-law and sister-in-law will have some objections. If you make too much of a scene, life will be even more difficult."

"You should learn to temper your temper a bit and take better care of Qing Shu. After all, he's not like Jiang Lie. He's the kind of person who's devoted to protecting you, so we don't have a choice."

Lin Fengjiao's heart sank, and she cried, "Waaah, Mother, you're not on my side anymore. This isn't the marriage I wanted. It shouldn't be like this."

Zhang Lan sighed and patted her daughter's shoulder, advising, "Don't cry. This is Jiang Lie's house. If he sees you like this, you'll be even more ashamed to face people in the future."

"My dear daughter, you shouldn't wash your dirty linen in public. Once you get married, you'll just have to endure it. If the man is good, your life will be easy; if he's not, you'll have to raise the children alone."

"Divorce is a thought you should never have again. Besides, as long as you do what you're supposed to do, Qing Shu's heart will eventually be with you, and life will be easier then."

Lin Fengjiao's eyes dimmed. She had no confidence at all. Qingshu used to care about her so much, but now he cared more about his family.

Since they were at someone else's home, Zhang Lan couldn't say too much. She would talk to her daughter about it slowly when they got home. Some things need to be explained in detail and gradually, and she hoped her daughter wouldn't be too stubborn.

Wen Yao took the medicine bottle for clearing heat and toxins, pulled out a copy from a stack of treatment contracts, and sat down opposite Lin Fengjiao.

"Here are two pills. Take one before going to bed tonight and the other before breakfast tomorrow morning. When you wash your face, gently wipe it with water, don't rub it and don't use any other ointments."

"Come here, I'll brew you some medicine to clear the internal heat and toxins, and also clean the wound. Your aunt will need to come over later. For the wound cleaning, we'll need to tie her up, otherwise she might hurt her face if she moves around."

Zhang Lan's tears streamed down her face, and she quickly wiped them away: "Okay, I understand. I'll come over tomorrow and keep an eye on things."

Wen Yao tapped the table: "This is the treatment contract. Read it carefully, sign and put your fingerprint on it to avoid any disputes in the future. I have done what I should do. If the patient does not follow the doctor's orders..."

"You will have to bear all the consequences yourself. If the situation is serious, I will block you and never treat you again."

She is a doctor, that's true, but she doesn't necessarily have to treat patients who act recklessly. She also doesn't want to treat someone only to have them sabotage the treatment and then blame her.

There are too many things that can easily lead to disputes, and it takes too much time and effort. She doesn't have the energy to deal with these things. She just blocks those who are too malicious, so as to save herself trouble in the future. This is the rule.

Lin Fengjiao was seeing this for the first time. She was worried that there might be some kind of scam involved, so she carefully looked through the document before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll sign. The consultation fee is thirty yuan?"

"That's a lot of money. It's more expensive than what you charge at city hospitals. Wen Yao, you're not ripping me off, are you?"

Wen Yao smiled and wasn't angry: "You're overthinking it. I treat all patients equally. If you had come here when your acne first started, it would have been cured for less than five yuan."

"But you've delayed it for too long, and it's developed into boils on your face, and the flesh has started to rot. The difficulty of treating it is far greater than it was at the beginning."

"Besides, I'm taking a risk too. My face isn't another place. If it's not treated properly, it can rot, leave scars, and disfigure me. You're going to fight me to the death."

"Treating just one of you is equivalent to treating several patients. You can't tell me how charging thirty yuan is excessive. Going to the hospital can't guarantee a cure, but I can guarantee that if you listen to me, you'll get cured."

Zhang Lan thought about it and realized it made a lot of sense. She advised her daughter, "My dear, Dr. Wen never does anything she's not sure of. Since she said so, she must be able to cure you."

"What's wrong with hospitals? There are plenty of places that can't cure diseases. If you spend money and it doesn't work, will they refund you? No, they won't. Why not find a place that can cure you right away?"

"You really can't delay this. If you wait any longer, you'll be disfigured, which is a lifelong problem. It's not something that can be solved with just thirty dollars. What do you think?"

Lin Fengjiao knew this too, but she was surprised that she had to spend so much money. She thought Wen Yao was deliberately retaliating against her. Oh well, she was already here, and only Wen Yao said she could cure her.

If left untreated, her face will be ruined. She's afraid of being disfigured. If she's disfigured, will Qingshu still want her? She doesn't want to spend the rest of her life with a disfigured face.

She lowered her head slightly and softened her tone: "Okay, I'll sign and put my fingerprint on it. Then... I'll have to trouble you a lot, Dr. Wen. I'll do whatever you say to help me, as long as you can cure my face."

Wen Yao nodded and said, "I understand. Don't worry, I will cure you. After signing, take the pills home and get some rest. We will start treatment first thing tomorrow morning."