Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

knock knock knock.

Wan Muyan put down her phone and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Lin Luoluo opened the door and walked in: "Mr. Bo, Miss Song Qianling is here."

"Well, let her in."

After saying that, Lin Luoluo brought Song Qianling in.

Song Qianling was wearing a black sportswear, a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask, wrapping herself tightly.

If you don't know, someone will believe you are robbing a bank.

"You are Mu Yan? The one who invented many cosmeceutical products?" Song Qianling looked suspiciously at Mu Yan: "It looks like you are only in your early twenties, are you really okay?"

"The employer is not suspicious. If you doubt it, the door is over there." Mu Muyan's expression remained unchanged, with a look of indifference.

Such an indifferent appearance is somewhat believable.

Song Qianling took a deep look at Mu Muyan, and finally took off his hat and glasses, but when it came to the mask, Song Qianling hesitated.

The hand holding the mask trembled slightly, Song Qianling seemed to have used a lot of courage to take off the mask.

When the whole appearance was exposed in front of Mu Yan, Song Qianling was ready, waiting for Mu Yan's horrified and even disgusted eyes.

Who knew that Mu Yan's expression had always been calm, even her eyes hadn't changed.

Seeing this, Song Qianling felt much better. Sitting on a chair, he explained softly, "The scar on my face was caused by a fire when I was a child."

"When I was young, I was anxious to escape when I was on fire, but I accidentally fell down, and my face was scratched by a sharp object. At that time, I was burned by the fire again, which led to..."

Song Qianling touched the scar on his face, and looked up at Wan Muyan: "If you can cure my face, you can do whatever you want."

Compared to Song Qianling's excitement, Mu Muyan waved at her: "Come here."

Coming to Wan Muyan's side, Song Qianling closed his eyes and let her examine his scar.

I saw the scar from the lobe of the left ear to the chin, and even after so many years, you can still see the bloodstains on it.

Even through the scar, you can see the looming blood vessels.

"Actually, I thought about plastic surgery, but the plastic surgery doctor told me that even with plastic surgery, you can still see scars, so even if you can't cure it, I understand." Song Qianling suddenly whispered, his tone full of disappointment.

Wan Muyan didn't speak, but stretched out her hand to press Song Qianling's wound: "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"The pain means there is still hope, and I can cure it."

"Really?!" Song Qianling was overwhelmed with surprise, looking at Muyan excitedly: "Can you really heal my face?"

"If you can still feel the pain, it means that the nerves under the skin are not dead, and new ones can grow, which means that there is basically no problem." Wan Muyan nodded slightly, and said calmly: "However, for treatment, you need to Re-cut your scar, and then apply recovery ointment, this process is equivalent to breaking your bones and growing them again, it will be very painful, are you sure you can do it?"

"I can!" Song Qianling nodded without hesitation: "As long as it can be recovered, even if it really smashes my bones!"

She really dreams that her face can be as good as ever!

A flash of clarity flashed across Mu Yan's eyes: "Okay, then you can go back today."

"That's it?"

"Well, I need to prepare the ointment, and prepare to remove the scar. By then, your wound will not be exposed to the wind. Is it convenient to go to your house?"

"Convenient! Of course it is convenient!" Song Qianling nodded repeatedly, and then took out his card: "Then how much should I pay?"

"It's the same as paying money after the treatment is complete. I can't run away anyway."

Hearing this, Song Qianling suddenly hesitated: "Then what if you can't cure it?"