"Yes, that’s the one. You can even use it to care for your skin and bring back your youthful radiance!" Chen Zheng skillfully shifted the topic from healing to future possibilities, and the tension in his heart eased slightly.
"Is it really that miraculous?" His mother looked at the item in his hand skeptically.
Just then, Lin Mo walked steadily into the ward.
"Doctor, we’ve made our decision. We will not undergo skin grafting surgery," Li Hao stated his resolve candidly. As the one who had tested it, he had deep trust in the ointnt.
Lin Mo glanced at the ointnt in Li Hao’s hand and said firmly, "You need to think this over carefully. If this thing doesn’t work and you delay treatnt, you will regret it imnsely!
"As a doctor, it’s my responsibility to remind you that although so folk redies may have short-term effects, the vitality of cells is incredible. Once cells die, they cannot be regenerated!
"Also, this product in your hands hasn’t gone through rigorous testing. Have you considered the possible consequences if it leads to an infection in the patient?"
As a doctor, Lin Mo’s warning was certainly forceful. Li Guangyuan and his wife’s faces paled slightly; they were, of course, aware of the potential risks. Li Hao also suppressed his excitent.
"For safety’s sake, let’s opt for skin grafting then," his father suggested, turning his gaze to Chen Zheng. "Zheng, go with Doctor Lin to pay the fees."
Chen Zheng nodded silently, having nothing more to say. Lin Mo gave him a smile and was about to leave.
However, at that mont, Li Qiaoqiao’s voice broke through like spring water piercing ice.
"Mouse!"
"Qiao Qiao, are you uncomfortable sowhere?" Li Hao asked anxiously.
"Mouse, look at the back of your hand," Li Qiaoqiao reminded him gently.
Li Hao’s gaze fell to the back of his hand, where traces of the Beautifying Cream remained.
"I just tested this cream with Chen Zheng," Li Hao said. "Qiao Qiao, I think its effect is extraordinarily good. Do you want to try it?"
Lin Mo’s words had made everyone hesitate, not daring to take such a risk. But Li Hao had personally experienced the miraculous effects of the Beautifying Cream, and he firmly believed it could cure Li Qiaoqiao’s burns.
"How reckless! Li Hao, Doctor Lin has already outlined the consequences. Do you want to push Qiao Qiao into an abyss?" Zhang Pingcui’s voice was as sharp and cold as an ice blade in winter.
"Auntie..."
Before Li Hao could finish, he was interrupted by Li Qiaoqiao’s resolute rebuttal.
"Mom, I choose to trust Li Hao, and I choose to trust in this mont!" Li Qiaoqiao’s voice was full of resolve.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhang Pingcui couldn’t accept it and beca agitated.
Lin Mo, the always composed and calm doctor, turned back, his eyes filled with concern. "Miss Li, I must remind you again that an infection can lead to extrely serious consequences, and might even threaten your life! For burns, skin grafting is the only way."
"Doctor Lin, thank you for your advice! But I am still willing to try!" Li Qiaoqiao’s gaze was as firm as a rock, unwavering.
Lin Mo’s brow furrowed, as if trying to find an answer in her eyes. He was disappointed; her gaze remained just as determined, without the slightest change.
"Then, I can only respect your decision. Let know if anything cos up." After speaking, Lin Mo left the ward.
As Lin Mo stepped out, he couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. Why do people always blindly believe in such mysterious treatnts? Isn’t modern dical technology trustworthy enough? With dual PhDs in biology and dicine, he had a profound understanding of cell death. Still, he was helpless. He was only a doctor and could not make decisions for his patients. "So be it," Lin Mo whispered before returning to his office. "They’ll soon realize the seriousness of the problem. Even if skin grafting is less effective later, it’s not beyond repair!"
anwhile, back in the ward, Li Qiaoqiao firmly decided to use the Beautifying Cream against her parents’ objections. After the others had left, only Li Hao and a nurse remained by her side.
Half an hour later, two nurses stepped out of the ward, and everyone returned to Li Qiaoqiao’s room. At this mont, Li Qiaoqiao was wrapped in gauze from head to toe, resembling a mummy with only her eyes, nose, and mouth exposed.
"Qiao Qiao, how do you feel?" Zhang Pingcui asked anxiously, her hands tightly clenched.
"Mom, I feel great, like I’m basking in a spring breeze!" Li Qiaoqiao answered cheerfully.
Hearing her daughter’s words, a weight was finally lifted from Zhang Pingcui’s heart.
"We’ve been running around all day, and it’s late. We should head back and rest. There’s more to do tomorrow!" Chen Zheng glanced at his phone—it was nearly two in the morning. Seven hours had passed since they first entered the hospital. After polite goodbyes, Li Guangyuan’s group departed.
"Old Li, you two can co stay at my place for now," Chen Zheng’s father said to Li Guangyuan. "Mouse will keep watch at the hospital tonight, and you can take over tomorrow. It’s not easy staying here for so long."
Li Guangyuan contemplated for a mont, then nodded.
When they arrived back at the villa, Li Guangyuan and his wife were stunned by the luxurious sight before them. The opulent atmosphere undoubtedly satisfied their vanity, and it filled Chen Zheng’s parents with imnse satisfaction as well.
The sun rose once again, marking the start of a new day.
As usual, Li Guangyuan and his wife headed to the hospital early. Chen Zheng’s parents were imrsed in their morning exercise routine while he was engrossed in his phone.
Suddenly, a headline caught his eye: "A Rare Phenonon! A Patient with Severe Burns Rejects Modern Skin Graft Surgery in Favor of a Traditional Folk Redy!"
Below the article was a video containing real-ti footage from the hospital room, fild at dawn. The two clips had been stitched together seamlessly.
"It seems that in the age of social dia, anything can be put on display for the world to see," Chen Zheng mused after watching the video.
Beneath it, an array of comnts flew like arrows straight at him, causing him to shake his head in resignation. So accused him of being a fool for doubting the power of science; others mocked, asking how a folk redy could possibly work. These people don’t seem to be short on money, so why are they so superstitious?
However, what was even more surprising was a sensational piece of news that made the internet explode: The tycoon who once spent a small fortune on expensive traditional Chinese dicine has appeared!
Seeing this comnt, Chen Zheng’s expression darkened, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. He had suddenly beco a hot topic, and the comnt section was completely derailed.
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