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"It's unsettling to think that he'll become the mother of his sister-in-law's child right afterward. Everyone knows how difficult it is to raise children. This son-in-law's actions were really unfair."

Zhang Lan chimed in, "Yes, our daughter is also muddle-headed about this. Shen Qingshu was just testing her from the start. A smart person would have refused outright; she wouldn't have agreed."

"Our daughter is silly. She's actually willing to be the mother of her sister-in-law's child. If she really raises the child with great difficulty, she'll probably go back to her own mother. In the end, our daughter will have gained nothing."

"Besides, I always felt something was off. You said her sister-in-law had twin sons, how could her husband's family not want their grandsons after their sons died?"

Lin Jianguo frowned: "Yes, something is not right. Normally, if your son is gone, and your grandson is a twin, he should be kept no matter what."

Zhang Lan became increasingly uneasy: "Let's wait until the busy farming season is over, and if we have time, we'll go to our son-in-law's city, find a guesthouse to stay in for a few days, and ask around to find out some information."

"There must be something wrong here. Even if a normal person took pity on two children and adopted them, they would make them call him uncle. They would never adopt them as sons."

"And as for how he will treat his own son in the future, don't tell your daughter about these suspicions for now; she can't keep a secret."

Lin Jianguo nodded: "Let's go and rest. Starting tomorrow, don't go to the fields to earn work points. Just focus on helping our daughter get her face treated. We'll talk about when it's healed."

"Okay, I understand."

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Zhang Lan tried to wake her daughter, but she couldn't get her up at all. She had no choice but to wait until everyone in the brigade went to work in the fields before taking her daughter to see Doctor Wen.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of bitter medicine hit her nose, instantly clearing Lin Fengjiao's mind. Looking at the person brewing the medicine, she swallowed and became somewhat nervous.

She whispered, "Mom, she said yesterday that cleaning the wound hurts a lot. Can you tell me exactly how much it hurts? I'm a little scared."

Zhang Lan patted her daughter's hand to comfort her, "It's okay, Fengjiao, don't be afraid. Mom will always be with you. Even if it hurts, it'll only be for the first few days. It'll get better after that."

When Wen Yao saw them coming, she greeted them, "You're here! Have you had breakfast yet?"

"……not yet."

"Go eat something before you come back. Don't have the wound cleaned on an empty stomach. If it hurts, it can easily cause stomach cramps and acid reflux, which can corrode your throat. Eating something will help with digestion."

"Okay, we'll go back and get something to eat."

Zhang Lan nodded, took her daughter back, made her some steamed egg custard and a pancake, watched her eat it all, and then led her to the courtyard.

Wen Yao handed over the bowl of medicine, saying, "Here, drink the medicine while it's hot, otherwise it will be even more bitter when it cools down. There's some osmanthus candy here; holding one in your mouth after drinking the medicine will make you feel a little better."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Fengjiao took a sip and almost spat it out. It was bitter, overwhelmingly bitter, and her tongue almost felt like it was going to break.

"It's so bitter, really so bitter! Did you put in too much bitter herbs? Wen Yao, couldn't you make it taste better?"

Wen Yao: "...Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. This medicine is not a medicinal diet, so how delicious can it be? Medicinal diets taste better, but they are too troublesome and may delay your treatment."

"Your face can't afford to wait any longer. The sooner you get it fixed, the better. Just hold your nose and drink it all in one go. It'll be more comfortable than drinking it sip by sip like this."

Zhang Lan chimed in, "Yes, girl, just drink it all in one gulp. You're already here, it's nothing to suffer a little to heal your face."

"Look at the pills Dr. Wen gave you yesterday. You were able to fall asleep after taking them, which means they're effective. Don't waste a single drop of this medicine. Drink it all so you can get better soon and go home."

Lin Fengjiao lowered her eyes, thinking about how she had secretly run back to her hometown. She didn't know how angry Shen Qingshu was, so she wanted to heal her facial injuries as soon as possible and go home.

She couldn't delay. If Shen Qingshu came and arrested her, the treatment would be interrupted, and her face would be ruined. She didn't want that.

I pinched my nose and drank it all in one gulp. I gagged a little, then quickly grabbed a piece of candy and popped it into my mouth. The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled my mouth, washing away some of the bitterness, and I felt alive again.

Wen Yao cleaned the medicine jar and disinfected the tools again. She then called the person over to lie down on the chair. There were strips of cloth around the person's wrists and ankles, clearly indicating that the person was to be tied up.

Lin Fengjiao felt a chill run down her spine when she looked at the gleaming knives, tweezers, and needle-like objects on the wooden tray.

"What, what are these?"

"Don't worry, the tools used for debridement are all custom-made to ensure the smallest possible wound when clearing the cyst cavity. I'll apply a little anesthetic, otherwise you won't be able to bear the pain."

"Anesthetic can only reduce pain, not block it out, so you'll have to bear the rest of the pain yourself. To prevent you from moving around, your hands, feet, and neck will need to be immobilized."

Zhang Lan swallowed hard as she looked at these things, her heart pounding. It was terrifying, not to mention her daughter; even she herself was scared when she saw them.

Lin Fengjiao gritted her teeth and lay down: "Come on, I'm not afraid. It's just a few days of pain. As long as the wound is cleaned properly, it won't hurt anymore, right?"

"Yes, we'll clean the wound today and flush the abscess cavity tomorrow. As it heals gradually, the pain will lessen. It should take about seven days."

"Don't be afraid, I'll try to be as fast as I can, my hands are very steady."

"Then come on."

Wen Yao took out a handkerchief: "Put it in your mouth, so your mother won't have a heart attack from yelling."

"Auntie, you can watch from here, but no matter what I do, don't interfere with me, and definitely don't pull on me, otherwise you might accidentally hurt your daughter's face."

Zhang Lan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll just watch from the side and won't interfere."

After binding Lin Fengjiao's hands and feet and fixing her neck, Wen Yao took out a syringe and started to administer some anesthetic. Only after the anesthetic took effect did she put on gloves and start handling tools.

Wearing a mask on her face, she gently cut open the abscess with a knife, completely removed the pus cavity with a tool, and then rinsed and disinfected the wound with saline solution.

Lin Fengjiao had a handkerchief in her mouth, and was already whimpering in pain with her eyes wide open. Her hands and feet began to struggle instinctively, but they were tied very tightly and she could not break free.

It felt like knives were cutting into her flesh, one cut at a time. The sharp pain was different from the dull ache of a boil; it was much harder to bear.

"Waaaaahh ...

Wen Yao's hands were steady, her eyes calm: "It'll be better soon. Don't think about the pain. Look at the blue sky and white clouds to distract yourself. Make sure the wound is cleaned properly, otherwise it will continue to fester."

Zhang Lan stood by, heartbroken and in tears. Her Fengjiao, whom she had cherished since childhood, had never suffered such hardship.

Unable to bear watching any longer, she turned her face away, her body trembling.

About an hour later, all the pustules on her face were treated. Wen Yao rinsed off the pus and blood, and after confirming that there was no problem, she applied the medicine made from powdered medicinal grains and then wrapped it with gauze.

The medicine is effective and less likely to leave scars afterward, making it most suitable for delicate skin like the face. She observed and recorded the effects of the medicine.