Free Web NovelChapter 629: Chapter 628: Scar-Removing Medicine
Mu Ziyu looked delicate and fragile, but her skills were far from weak.
So when Xia Wenjin pulled out a dagger, she wasn’t afraid at all! Those courting death are truly unstoppable—was she trying to assassinate her?
While Mu Ziyu was pondering whether to snap the young girl’s neck first or her limbs if Xia Wenjin made a move, she saw the dagger flash coldly and then retract.
On Xia Wenjin’s porcelain-like white wrist, a half-inch long wound oozed blood.
The wound was neither shallow nor deep, blood flowed rapidly, and on the wrist as white as jade, it was particularly shocking. If it were a man, seeing such a pretty young girl injured, wouldn’t he feel pity?
However, Mu Ziyu didn’t move, not even lifting her eyelids.
A ruse of self-harm?
It wouldn’t work on her.
Besides, suddenly stabbing oneself as a ruse was too stupid—did this young girl have a mental illness?
Did she intend to relax her with the ruse of self-harm, then deliver a fatal blow?
If so, she had miscalculated!
Xia Wenjin didn’t care what Mu Ziyu thought. She picked up a small bottle from the table, opened the lid, took some ointment from inside, and applied it to the wound.
Mu Ziyu thought: Could this be a healing ointment?
Or was it for removing scars?
Just as this thought crossed her mind, she saw the wound on the young girl’s jade-like arm stop bleeding.
Not only did it stop, but visibly, the wound was healing.
Mu Ziyu’s eyebrows slightly furrowed—she had watched the cut being made; did this ointment really have such an effect?
In about a quarter of an hour, Xia Wenjin wiped the bloodstains off her arm with a handkerchief, and her fair arm didn’t even have a scar left.
This was not just effective but downright miraculous!
Mu Ziyu was at a loss for words.
This young girl wasn’t playing any tricks; she was just proving to her that the ointment worked. Was there really such medicine in the world? The legendary ability to bring the dead back to life, to heal flesh and bones?
But then, what of it?
The other party’s origins were unknown.
Even though she desperately wanted to remove her scars, staking her life on it was not an option.
The ointment Xia Wenjin produced with effortless ease seemed like a casual act, but it was anything but simple. In her past life, she had racked her brains, researched countless prescriptions, and discussed with the Undying Poison Doctor extensively, conducting many tests to come up with the formula.
Moreover, having the formula didn’t mean the ointment could be concocted.
The process required 712 kinds of medicinal materials, 27 of which were extremely rare, seven were very precious, and three were so scarce that they were rarely acquired.
And during the concoction, if these ingredients were placed in the wrong order, the temperature was not mastered, or there was even a slight oversight, the desired effect might not be achieved.
Xia Wenjin remembered Mu Ziyu’s care for her in her past life and knew Mu Ziyu’s greatest regret.
She also remembered, at the time she had finished the ointment, Mu Ziyu was on her deathbed. Even her medical skills could not save her. When she shakily applied the ointment to Mu Ziyu’s scar, seeing the smooth skin in the mirror, she swallowed her last breath with a tear of joy on her face.
She had come in this lifetime to make up for that regret. For the people around her, she would help as much as she could.
Following the path she had walked in her past life saved a lot of trouble, but it was not easy either.
Xia Wenjin lifted her eyes, her clear, bright gaze landed on Mu Ziyu’s face as she earnestly said, "Fourth Sister, is your master... is she well? Is her back pain still troubling her?"
Mu Ziyu’s heart was shocked—did this young girl know too much?
She took a step forward suddenly, lifting the person up, her right hand like a hook, clutching her jade-white neck.
Xia Wenjin didn’t resist, letting her lift her up, her eyes filled with a smile: "Fourth Sister, I mean no harm. I will eventually cure her! You must believe me; I am a very good doctor!"
Well, the path of medicine is endless, but for now, she’d have to say just that.
In her calm eyes, Mu Ziyu saw no malice. She slowly put her down and said lightly, "It seems you know quite a bit about us!"
How could she know little? In her past life, they were the best of friends! She was her dearest senior sister!
The Undying Poison Doctor lived as a lone traveler with no other disciples, but she had four senior brothers and sisters that filled that gap.
Xia Wenjin said, "This ointment is not easy to make. It’s just a small bottle, but it’s enough to remove your scars."
She stood up, smiled leisurely, and said, "Don’t doubt—I call you Fourth Sister for a reason, but for now, it’s inconvenient to say. Well, my brother has booked a private room here, so I won’t stay any longer. Today, I am a guest here; Fourth Sister probably won’t throw me out, right?"
Mu Ziyu watched Xia Wenjin leave gracefully, her expression indecisive.
There was indeed suspicion, and it was only after confirmation that even in her dreams, she hadn’t let it slip!
Yet the young girl who bloomed like a flower when she smiled seemed so familiar.
Soon, Xia Wenjin walked out of the room.
Mu Ziyu wasn’t worried—if she needed to find someone, knowing the name and knowing they were in the Capital City, finding them wouldn’t be hard.
Her gaze fell on the table, on that small porcelain bottle, with some hesitation.
She had witnessed the effects—the bleeding stopped, and the flesh regenerated instantly. If it truly could remove scars, the value of this ointment was valuable beyond measure.
But that young girl placed it there without mentioning compensation or anything else.
If the young girl had no other motives, she’d write her name backward.
Who would give away such a precious ointment?
Unless it was really just to set her up.
She was savvy, but at this moment, she felt the young girl was even more astute.
She knew her shortcomings, knew what she wanted most and couldn’t refuse.
Like this ointment, she simply couldn’t refuse.
If it was a confrontation, this round, she already lost.
After dwelling on it for a while, the desire to remove her scars won out. Mu Ziyu approached, nonchalantly took the porcelain bottle, and tucked it into her sleeve.
She had to go back and try it.
Well, if it turned out to be poison, as long as it touched the skin, she’d be able to feel it. If she wasn’t poisoned to death immediately, she’d hunt that young girl down to the ends of the earth and catch her back.
But what if it really could heal her scars?
After leaving, Xia Wenjin originally intended to go back directly. Seeing Fourth Sister reminded her of her master’s back pain. The prescription was long prepared, but two ingredients were still missing. That medicine had to be made quickly to spare her master two more years of back pain.
However, after walking a few steps, she thought, since she was already here, she might as well try the barbecue.
After all, it was a warm memory from her past.
Upon asking the waiter, she learned it was at Bamboo Grove, her eyes twinkled—it was indeed a coincidence, Bamboo Grove was her favorite private room.
Reaching the door of the Bamboo Grove, Xia Wenjin extended her hand to push it open.
