"I won't let half of your face be destroyed, let alone hurt you in the future."

Ye Fan laughed loudly, took 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 subconsciously closed her eyes. No matter how strong she was, she could not face half of her newly destroyed face.

"You will face it sooner or later if you open your eyes, disfigure it or not."

Ye Fan whispered: "I still don't agree to face it from now on."

"Um--"

Yuan Qingyi gritted her teeth and opened her eyes tremblingly.

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

Yuan Qingyi was shocked and opened her mouth wide. Didn’t she say she had been disfigured?

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

Smooth white and perfect.

"this……"

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

"Of course it's my wonderful hands that have rejuvenated."

Ye Fan laughed heartily, then took out a bottle of ointment without a label.

"In the past few days, I will expel poison and cure your injuries. I also racked my brains to prepare a bottle of scar removal and repair plaster."

"It is very useful for people who have just burned cuts and works better than plastic surgeon surgery."

"Of course, in addition to the effect of ointment, your current situation also has medical reasons."

"But this ointment has always been a great hero. Its level is eight stars, which is two stars higher than the market ointment."

"I am going to call this ointment Qingyi Wuxia. I always need to repay you for your sacrifice for me."

"Shame and beautify the flowers, stop bleeding from the beauty, and remove scars from the blue clothes."

"I have asked Han Ziqi to set up a company that specializes in selling Qingyi Wuxia, and 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..."

"Mr. Ye!"

Yuan Qingyi was moved when she held the ointment.

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

She wanted to say something else but was stopped by Ye Fan.

"Don't say anything grateful, you and I don't care about this anymore."

Ye Fan smiled: "The most urgent task is to take a good rest for a few days. If you have good health, it is more important than anything else."

"clear!"

Yuan Qingyi nodded slightly, then remembered something: "Young Master Ye, if the hill explodes, it's a game in the middle..."

She has recovered from sane, and can not only realize the situation in the hills, but also think of Murong Wuxin's sniper.

"Don't think about these things, Hongyan will come here today."

Ye Fan shook the woman's hand:

"She will deal with this..."
Chapter completed!