"I will not let half of your face be destroyed, let alone let you be harmed in the future."

Ye Fan laughed loudly and brought a mirror and placed it in front of Yuan Qingyi.

Then, he reached out and took off the gauze from the woman's face.

Yuan Qingyi closed her eyes subconsciously. No matter how strong she was, it would be difficult for her to face half of her face that had just been destroyed.

"Open your eyes, disfigured or not, you will have to face it sooner or later."

Ye Fan said softly: "If you still don't admit it, let's face it from now on."

"Um--"

Yuan Qingyi gritted her teeth, trembling and opened her eyes.

On the mirror, half of my face was stained with medicinal powder and traces of gauze, but I could still see my shiny skin.

Yuan Qingyi was shocked and opened his mouth wide. Didn't he say that he was disfigured?

After being stunned for several seconds, she slowly wiped the powder off her face.

Smooth, white and flawless.

"this……"

She was shocked, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it: "What's going on?"

"Of course it's my magic that has brought me back to life."

Ye Fan let out a hearty laugh, and then took out a bottle of ointment without a label.

"In the past few days, I have detoxified you, treated your injuries, and racked my brains to prepare a bottle of scar-removing and repairing plaster."

"It's very useful for people with fresh burns and cuts. It's more effective than a plastic surgeon's surgery."

"Of course, your current condition is not only due to the effect of the ointment, but also due to my medical skills."

"However, this ointment has always been a major contributor. It also has an eight-star rating, which is two stars higher than the plasters on the market."

"I am going to call this ointment Qingyi Wuxia. You have sacrificed so much for me, and I always need to repay you."

"Beautiful beauty, beauty to stop bleeding, green clothes to remove scars."

"I have asked Han Ziqi to set up a company to sell Qingyi Wuxia. You will always enjoy 30% of the profit."

Ye Fan put the ointment in Yuan Qingyi's hand: "This is what I can do for you..."

"Master Ye!"

Yuan Qingyi held the ointment and was moved.

She didn't care about money, but she was happy with Ye Fan's sincerity, which was another recognition of Ye Fan's recognition of her.

She wanted to say something more, but Ye Fan waved her hand to stop her.

"If you're grateful, don't say it. You and I don't care about it anymore."

Ye Fan smiled: "The top priority is to take a few days to rest and take good care of yourself. That is more important than anything else."

"clear!"

Yuan Qingyi nodded lightly, and then remembered something: "Master Ye, if the hill explodes, I'm afraid it will be a game within a game..."

Having regained consciousness, she was not only aware of Shanshan's situation, but also thought of Murong Wuxin's sniper attack.

"Don't think about this, Hongyan will come over today."

Ye Fan shook the woman's hand:
Chapter completed!