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

Lin Fengjiao came again in the evening.

He glanced at the chair that had bound him, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, and gritted his teeth as he lay down on it: "Dr. Wen, I feel much better in my face today, it doesn't hurt as much."

Wen Yao pushed the cart over and nodded, "That's normal. After all, the abscess has been completely removed, but the inflammation hasn't subsided yet, so there will be pus seeping out, and the wound needs to be opened up and cleaned."

"It will still hurt, just bear with it."

Lin Fengjiao felt a little scared upon hearing this. She swallowed hard and whispered, "Then, could you give me anesthesia? That way it won't hurt so much, right? I'm afraid of pain."

"No, we can't use anesthetic randomly. This morning we cut open your flesh to treat it, and you couldn't have endured it without anesthetic. But now we're cleaning the wound, so we can't use anesthetic."

"If I use it on you every time now, your body will gradually develop a tolerance to the drug. If you need to have surgery or a C-section in the future, it will be very difficult to control the dosage of anesthesia."

Wen Yao patiently explained it to her.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, Dr. Wen is right. It's okay to feel a little pain now. It's just rinsing the wound. Don't let it become too resistant to anesthesia."

"Honey, just bear with it. Clean the wound for another two days, and the inflammation will completely subside. Don't use anesthesia; it's not a good thing. Who knows if you'll need surgery in the future?"

"Alright then, but it really hurts so much, Mother."

"Mother knows, just bear with it."

Wen Yao still tied the person up, but this time she didn't gag her. She called Baozhu over and handed her the tools, explaining as she did so: "See? Use these tweezers to open the wound."

"With your other hand, hold the saline solution and rinse it inside. You must be quick and don't be stingy with the saline solution. You can't stop rinsing just because the patient is in pain. Make sure it's thoroughly rinsed clean."

"Otherwise, the flesh will rot, the inflammation will not subside, the patient will suffer more, and the treatment process will be prolonged, understand?"

Jiang Baozhu grimaced as she watched, unable to control her expression. Even if Lin Fengjiao were crying out for her parents, she felt a sharp pain just looking at her. "Mother, this is terrifying!"

Lin Fengjiao: "Ahhh, it hurts! It hurts so much! I don't want treatment anymore! Mother, please save me! Waaah, I can't take it anymore!"

Zhang Lan watched with a heavy heart, wiping away tears as she comforted her, "Honey, just bear with it a little longer. We'll be all washed up soon, and then we'll all look beautiful."

"Mom, it hurts so much, boohoo."

"I know, Mom knows, but you said it yourself, you felt much better after the wound cleaning this morning, so it's working. Of course it'll hurt if it's working."

After finishing the task quietly, Wen Yao handed over the work of applying the medicine to Jiang Baozhu so that she could practice, while she watched from the side.

"Yes, open up the wound, apply the medicine, and rinse it off next time."

"This powder is for suppressing inflammation and promoting wound healing and tissue regeneration. It needs to be applied inside the wound, and the outside should also be covered with ointment, otherwise bacteria can get in and cause suppuration."

Jiang Baozhu's hands were trembling, but she still patiently finished. After regaining her senses, she was drenched in cold sweat. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said, "Phew, I'm finally done."

"My goodness, being a doctor is really tough. It really tests your heart's ability to withstand it. My heart is clenching."

"Feed Lin Fengjiao, your face is really badly damaged. Only my sister-in-law has the patience to treat you. If you go to the hospital, even hospitalization might not be able to fix it."

Lin Fengjiao was trembling with pain, her head was throbbing, and she had no strength to argue with her. She only had a little bit of rice porridge in her stomach, which had long since been digested.

Glug glug~~~

Zhang Lan supported her daughter, her face full of heartache: "My dear daughter, let's rest a bit before we go. Why are your hands so cold?"

"Dr. Wen, please take a look at me."

Wen Yao hummed in agreement, took her pulse and glanced at her: "It's nothing serious, just overworked. Have you not had a proper rest in the past month or so?"

"Overwork caused internal heat to become so intense that it turned into toxic heat."

Lin Fengjiao's lips moved, but she didn't want to speak. She just weakly urged, "Mother, I want to go home and sleep. I'm fine, it's just that my hands are cold from the pain."

Seeing that her daughter didn't want to talk, Zhang Lan thanked her softly and helped her daughter out the door.

*

"Hey sister-in-law, you just said she was overworked, how could that be? She married into a family in the city to enjoy a comfortable life. She doesn't work and lives with her husband, so how could she be overworked?"

"When she lived with me before, she spent most of her day sleeping, only did her own laundry, and rarely cooked. She knows how to enjoy life now."

"She's tired. Did I hear that right?"

Wen Yao began disinfecting the chair, and upon hearing this, she said with a calm expression, "People's mouths can lie, but their bodies can't. Judging from the pulse diagnosis, it's due to overwork, but I don't know the specific reason."

Jiang Baozhu frowned, extremely curious.

"I don't understand. I know that Shen Zhiqing. His family only has four people and it's very simple. His job doesn't require Lin Fengjiao to work too hard. It's really strange."

"Alright, stop being so curious about other people's business. Did you remember the cleaning steps we just did? If you don't understand anything, ask me again. Do you know why I squeezed and rinsed the wound?"

Seeing her shake her head, Wen Yao said softly, "The oozing from the bottom of the wound usually clings on tightly, and you can't wash it off unless you squeeze it hard and rinse it with saline solution."

"I understand that it's a lesion, and lesions need to be cleaned thoroughly, otherwise bacteria will grow. Also, there's a proper way to wrap the gauze; it can't be too tight or too loose..."

Jiang Baozhu had no time for gossip now and hurriedly took out her notebook to write it down: "Hey, sister-in-law, slow down, I'm writing this down right now. I'll summarize it properly when I get back tonight."

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "It's okay. If you can't remember, I'll repeat it again. There's no rush."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, sister-in-law."

*

Zhang Lan helped her daughter back home and quickly poured her some water.

After drinking half a glass of water, Lin Fengjiao felt a little better and began to complain, "Mom, did you see that? That Jiang Baozhu deliberately tormented me. It hurt so much!"

"No, that Wen Yao too. I went to her for treatment, how could she let Jiang Baozhu wash my wound? Ouch, it hurt so much, much more than what Wen Yao did."

"Really? Then next time we'll have Dr. Wen handle it. You should take a break and go to sleep so the wound can heal faster."

Zhang Lan looked at her daughter with heartache and said, "Your face is so badly injured. Why didn't you come home to see me sooner? It's only because you kept putting it off that it got this bad. And your son-in-law is the same."

"You're young and don't understand. Does he have eyes and can't see? What does he want to do if he doesn't take you to see a doctor?"

Lin Fengjiao lowered her head and whispered, "It's not his fault. He's the one who supports the family. How could he have time to accompany me to the hospital? I can go by myself. It's just that the doctors there are incompetent."

"Useless. You can't even fix a simple facial problem."