I became beautiful by eating melons

Ye Rou followed Sister Fei to the east room. The room was cool and the kang without a fire was also cold.

Ah Fu was lying on the kang, wrapped in a quilt, his face flushed, his breathing rapid, his forehead terribly hot. She reached out to feel his pulse, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"The fever is too high. It needs to be reduced quickly."

"What should I do?" Sister Fei was so anxious that she was at a loss.

Ye Rou: "I need a towel, warm water, and white wine."

"I'll prepare it right away." Without any doubt, Sister Fei went to prepare it immediately.

Ye Rou sent Sister Fei away, took out a pill from her pocket and stuffed it into Ah Fu's mouth.

The hawthorn pills made by Lingquan were extremely effective. Almost instantly, Ah Fu exhaled a breath of foul air, and the heat on his cheeks disappeared by most.

Ye Rou was afraid that Sister Fei would become suspicious, so after she came back, she took the basin of water, wrung out the towel, and wiped Ah Fu's limbs in an emergency cooling manner.

Sister Fei stood aside, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, her eyes flickering. Ye Rou could feel her eyes falling on her from time to time, but then quickly moving away.

After about a quarter of an hour, the child's breathing gradually stabilized and the blush on his face faded a little.

Sister Fei just thought that the emergency cooling method had worked, and without any doubt, she let out a long sigh, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Thank...thank you." She said in a low voice, her voice a little hoarse.

She had never thanked anyone in her life, and she was not good at thanking anyone. She looked very fierce when she said thank you.

Ye Rou shook her head and her eyes fell on the hideous scar on Sister Fei's face.

It extends from the right corner of the eye to the chin and is still glaring in the dim room.

"Do you want some medicine for your wound?" Ye Rou asked softly, "I can make a scar-removing ointment that's quite effective."

Grandpa Li’s grandson Hanhan also has a scar on his forehead. He insisted on applying her medicine, and the scar faded, and if you don’t look closely, you can’t tell that there was ever a scar.

Sister Fei subconsciously touched the scar on her face, but the moment she touched it, her hand stopped, she smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"Such a big scar, I'm afraid it won't heal."

"No." Ye Rou said seriously: "As long as you keep taking the medicine, the scar will gradually fade."

Sister Fei thought about the next plan and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore."

She stood up and gently touched Ah Fu's face. After hesitating for a moment, she reminded him, "For a while, no matter what noises are outside, don't go out."

Ye Rou thought of the clues about Sister Fei provided by the card book.

As a mother, she will not let go of anyone who hurts her child.

The whip marks on Ah Fu's face were most likely caused by Chang Long, and now that Chang Long is still unconscious, it is a good time to take action.

Ye Rou thought about what she was going to ask, and suddenly said, "I have to go apply medicine to Chang Long later."

Sister Fei wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Seeing Ye Rou insisted, she did not stop her, but just reminded her:

"I understand. Once you've applied the medicine, return to this room, close the doors and windows, and don't go out again."

After Sister Fei said this, she turned and left the room.

Ye Rou stood at the door, looking at her back.

The woman was thin, with long hair hanging down. Her back had lost all the charm and allure of the past, and became sharp and resolute. She walked out resolutely without any hesitation.

The warm wind blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of blood, and Ye Rou couldn't help but shiver.

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Ye Rou carried the medicine box and silently came to the room where Chang Long was resting.

Chang Fei was sitting on the doorstep, holding a plate of braised beef in soy sauce and eating happily. When he saw Ye Rou coming over, he stretched out his legs to block Ye Rou's way.

"What are you here for?"

Considering that the ugly woman in front of him had saved his godfather, Chang Fei spoke politely.

"It's time to change the medicine." Ye Rou shook the medicine box in her hand.

Chang Fei retracted his legs, roughly looked through the medicine box, and saw that there were only some gauze and ointment, so he made way.

"Go in, don't do anything tricky, or I won't let you go."

Ye Rou said nothing, walked into the house silently, and turned to close the door.

Chang Fei called her and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you closing the door?"

Ye Rou calmly explained: "The patient's wound has just been sutured, so he can't be exposed to the wind."

Chang Fei grumbled about the trouble, but was afraid that what the ugly woman said was true, so he sat up and asked Ye Rou to close the door.

Ye Rou closed the door. The sunlight was blocked outside by the wooden door, and the room was dark.

There was a strong smell of medicine everywhere, mixed with the rotten smell of old wood. The sunlight leaked in through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The person on the kang lay motionless, breathing heavily. Ye Rou put down the medicine box and looked at the pale face - thin face, acne and redness on the face, even in coma, still had a bit of gloom.

Her eyes fell on his left shoulder which was wrapped in gauze and had some bright red blood seeping out.

"Village Chief Chang?" she called softly, her voice as light as a feather.

no respond.

Ye Rou wants to interrogate Chang Long about what happened back then, and Chang Long must be "awake".

She no longer hesitated and took out the acupuncture bag that she had hidden earlier from the bottom of the medicine box.

The golden needles are inserted into the temple, Baihui acupoint, Fengchi acupoint...

Driven by the internal force rewarded by the system, the tail of the golden needle vibrated with a buzzing sound.

Chang Long just felt a lot of pain, like a needle pricking him. He was forced to wake up from his coma. He opened his eyes with difficulty. His shoulder was hit by an arrow, and the pain was piercing when he moved.

"You're awake." Aunt Zhao's niece stepped forward.

"You, why are you here?" Chang Long glanced at the woman's ugly face and looked disgusted.

He glanced around the room and saw that there was no one else. He was furious and frowned, "Where are my son and my wife?"

If you don't serve him by his bedside, you're all courting death!

"Call... them in!" As he spoke, the wound on his shoulder twitched in pain and he lowered his voice unconsciously, but he was still filled with rage.

Ye Rou said calmly: "No."

Chang Long looked at the ugly woman in disbelief: "You, what did you say? No?"

He has lived a glorious and carefree life, and no one has ever told him "no"!

Ye Rou's patience ran out. She took a step forward, stared at Chang Long, activated her magic voice, and asked temptingly:

"Zheng Lili, do you remember her?"

The voice was as soft as a thread, like the melodious sound of a nightingale or the low hum of a ghost. It entered his ears and instantly swept through his body like an electric current, causing his mind to gradually fade and his eyes to become unfocused.

"Zheng...Zheng Lili?" he repeated in a trance.

Ye Rou patiently coaxed, "Zheng Lili from the military compound, you took money to slander her as the woman who committed adultery with you, you should remember her."

The voice turned into a big hand, rolling in the deep sea of ​​memory.

Chang Long shook his head in pain, "Zheng, Zheng Lili..."

Ye Rou continued to ask, "After she was driven out of the military compound, did you take her away? Why did you take her away? Why did she fall into the hands of human traffickers?"

The questioning became more and more urgent, like a tightened spring. Chang Long's expression became more and more painful, and veins bulged on his forehead. He had no chance to think, nor could he shake off the big hand that was stirring in his mind.

He slammed his head in pain, but the headache did not ease at all.

Chang Long couldn't bear it any longer. The locked door deep in his memory opened a crack. He gasped heavily and said in a trembling voice: "I, I remember."

"Zheng Lili...I sold her."

The voice turned into a big hand, pushing open the already opened door of memory, "Why did you sell her?"

"Someone... gave me a large sum of money." Chang Long said weakly.