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"Dr. Lin!" Fang Wenwen interrupted her, "This is a secret recipe, it's very valuable, don't tell anyone."

Lin Zijun: "..."

"You make me sound like someone special. I'm Teacher Lin's student."

Fang Wenwen hadn't even opened her eyes when she started arguing with him, "Students can only learn skills, not secret formulas!"

"you……"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing," Lin Zhilan said wearily to Lin Zijun, "I'm asking you, what are the effects of Centella asiatica?"

Lin Zijun scratched his head, "Centella asiatica is cold in nature and has a bitter and pungent taste. It can clear heat and detoxify, and also..."

His shoulders slumped. "I forgot."

"If you forget, just memorize it."

"Okay, teacher."

Lin Zijun made a face at Fang Wenwen and walked out.

Fang Wenwen opened her eyes and was met with Lin Zhilan's beautiful and charming face.

She swallowed hard. "Dr. Lin, do you dislike me too?"

"Hmm?" Lin Zhilan touched up the areas where the cream hadn't been applied properly, and asked, puzzled, "Why do you think that?"

Fang Wenwen blinked. "I know I'm pretty annoying when I talk..."

Lin Zhilan couldn't help but laugh, "Well, you're quite self-aware."

Although she said that, Fang Wenwen didn't detect any attack in her words. Instead, she sounded like a tolerant older sister, teasingly doting on her.

Fang Wenwen imagined it for a moment, and the smile on her face couldn't be hidden even by the ointment. "I'm serious, you can't just tell other people the secret recipe."

Accepting her kindness, Lin Zhilan patiently explained, "The efficacy of these medicines is all in the books. Anyone who has studied knows they are good for the skin. The most important thing is the ratio. If Lin Zijun can figure it out on his own, I'll really admire him."

Traditional Chinese medicine is now in decline, so the knowledge in Lin Zhilan's mind is a gold mine, it's just not suitable to be brought out.

Besides, her main job is treating patients, not manufacturing medicine.

Fang Wenwen realized she had made another blunder and was somewhat sullen.

Lin Zhilan glanced at her watch. "The longer this medicine is applied, the better. We're about to get off work. Do you want to wash it off now, or just go home like this?"

Fang Wenwen only thought for a second, "Let's go back like this!"

Before leaving, Fang Wenwen asked how much the ointment cost.

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "The ointment isn't for sale; it's payment for your help tutoring my child."

Fang Wenwen felt she was getting a good deal, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Then I'll help them with their homework every day from now on."

The fish took the bait, and Lin Zhilan nodded in acquiescence.

……

Du Hongmei hummed a song as she returned home. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a large green face sitting on the sofa.

She was startled and almost dropped what she was holding.

"Mom, it's me."

Hearing her daughter's voice, Du Hongmei patted her chest, then looked closely and immediately panicked, "Oh my god, what are you putting on your face this time? It's all green, it's terrifying!"

"This is a medicated ointment prescribed by Dr. Lin for treating acne." Fang Wenwen looked up, not daring to make any big expressions, for fear of rubbing the ointment off her face.

"Dr. Lin? That Dr. Lin from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department?" Du Hongmei's voice rose. "Why are you going to see her again? She's so young, what kind of medical skills could she possibly have?"

She put down what she was holding and reached for her daughter, saying, "Go wash it off right now! Do you hear me? You can't just put medicine on your face like that! If you're not careful, your face will be completely ruined!"

Fang Wenwen dodged her mother's hand. "Mom, I'm not washing it. This medicine is really different. It feels cool when you apply it, and I feel like my pimples don't hurt anymore. Dr. Lin said the longer you leave it on, the better the effect."

"You believe whatever she says?" Du Hongmei tried to pull her away again.

Fang Wenwen didn't dodge this time, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she didn't move an inch. "Mom, just let me try. My face is already like this, how bad can it be?"

Seeing that she was unyielding, Du Hongmei became angry and blurted out, "You won't listen to me, will you? Fine, then you can ruin your face, leave scars, and become an ugly, pockmarked monster. Let's see if I'll still care about you then!"

Even her own mother said that, and Fang Wenwen's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She shook off her mother's hand, didn't say a word, turned around and ran into her room, locking the door behind her.

The shouts of rebuke continued outside, and Fang Wenwen desperately held back her tears.

Don't cry!

If you cry, the ointment will be washed away by your tears.

Fang Wenwen didn't even eat dinner that day, and just fell asleep staring at the ceiling.

In her dream, her face was covered with patches of red spots, from which pus oozed, and people around her were pointing and whispering.

Fang Wenwen ran back to her mother crying, but Du Hongmei said she was an ugly monster and not her daughter.

Fang Wenwen was startled awake by the scene in her dream. She opened her eyes abruptly and realized that it was already daylight.

She walked out of the room, and Du Hongmei was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. She didn't even glance at her, clearly still angry about yesterday.

Fang Wenwen looked dejected and went to the bathroom to wash up.

She wiped the ointment off her face and then washed her face with cold water.

Fang Wenwen looked up, froze for a few seconds, and then screamed at the mirror:

"How come my face is all better?!"

Du Hongmei rushed over and examined her face closely.

Actually, it's not that good.

The pimples on my face are still there, but the redness has disappeared, and the broken, oozing pus areas have formed a thin scab, so they don't feel disgusting at all.

Compared to yesterday's face, it's so much better now!

"It's really healed," Du Hongmei murmured.

Fang Wenwen excitedly looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, as if she were seeing herself for the first time.

Du Hongmei pinched her daughter's face and examined her closely, and was also startled.

"This Dr. Lin is really quite skilled."

"Of course," Fang Wenwen said, her eyes glued to the mirror. "I told you, Dr. Lin is amazing."

Du Hongmei had nothing to say, so she could only ask her daughter, "How much does that ointment cost? You might as well buy more and cure it all at once."

Fang Wenwen pouted, "Dr. Lin didn't charge me, but I helped her child with their homework."

"You wait."

Du Hongmei rummaged through drawers and cabinets, finding malted milk powder, fruit candies, pastries... filling the table.

"Doesn't Dr. Lin have a child? Take all these things with you, cater to her preferences, and I'm counting on her to cure your face."

"Mom, what are you doing?" Fang Wenwen said unhappily, "Dr. Lin isn't that kind of person."

Dr. Lin and her two children were well-dressed, clearly indicating that they came from a well-off family and had no shortage of food and drink.

Moreover, Fang Wenwen is a student who has just graduated from school and is somewhat opposed to giving gifts.

It always felt like something crooked or unorthodox.

"You're so stupid!" Du Hongmei glared at her. "Don't worry about who she is. Just show her the right attitude. Even if she doesn't accept it, you'll still be happy."

Fang Wenwen pouted, resolutely refusing this kind of material "bribe".

She ate a couple of bites of breakfast and then got ready to leave. "Mom, I'm going to the hospital."

Du Hongmei chased after her, saying, "You haven't taken your things yet!"

"I won't take it," Fang Wenwen's voice came from the stairwell. "I know how to repay Dr. Lin!"