The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 15: Injury Treatment Transaction
This has nothing to do with poverty or wealth. Human nature is divided into ugly and beautiful. Seeing Grandma Yang's sincere enthusiasm, Song Qingwan was also very happy.

But she still had a lot of things to do. "No need, mother-in-law. We have to go somewhere else. Remember to come to my house to eat noodles the day after tomorrow. These are wedding eggs."

"Okay, okay, but there are too many eggs. Why are you still being polite to your Aunt Yang? It's just a matter of helping out."

Granny Yang wanted to stuff the egg back, but Song Qingwan pushed it back. "I'm not being polite. Our two families are closer, Granny." Song Qingwan winked at the old lady mischievously.

Grandma Yang almost broke down and cried.

What a good child! How could God be so blind and let her be disfigured?

No one who has seen Song Qingwan’s disfigured face believes that her scar can heal.

"Mother-in-law knows. Awan, don't worry too much. The wound will heal in the future. This is a good opportunity to test the character of the person who came to propose marriage during this period.

We don't want those who only care about appearance. Our Awan is so kind and beautiful, she deserves to be paired with a young talent who is down-to-earth and knows how to live a good life." Granny Yang couldn't help but comforted her in a low voice.

Song Qingwan was stunned. Wasn't this talking about the relationship between the two families? How did it jump to her marriage? Did the elderly like to be matchmakers?

Easy, just go along with her, Song Qingwan replied confidently, "My mother-in-law is right, I will definitely marry a hardworking and capable young man in the future."

When Li Minghe's carriage passed by Song Qingwan, he just happened to hear her heroic oath, which caused his slender and powerful hand holding the chess piece to pause, and then he quickly put the chess piece down as if nothing had happened.

One move decides everything. Taoist Wuwei lost and he suddenly felt bored.

"Hmph, I'll go meet the girl right away. Thank you for giving my master a ride." It was rare for this kid to be so filial, and Taoist Wuwei also wanted to thank him properly.

But the only response he got was the sound of the young man opposite him placing his pieces. Even without an opponent, he could still play chess with himself.

Song Qingwan took her third sister and sent the next family to the next place. On the street corner, until the Yang family was out of sight, Song Qingya's face was still red and hot.

"Why is your face so red?" Song Qingwan looked around. There was no one in the alley except an old beggar leaning against the wall, half dead, basking in the sun. So what was her sister doing?

"I'm ashamed for you. Which girl would talk about such things so loudly and as if it were a matter of course like you? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?" Song Qingya glared at her.

Song Qingwan clicked her lips, not really caring, and even teased Song Qingya on purpose, "What kind of thing? About getting married? About a down-to-earth young master?
I'm not saying anything bad about you, sister, but women can't be too reserved, especially in front of their husbands, they must be passionate and express their true thoughts."

Although Song Qingya is still a little girl now, like the eldest sister of the Yang family, she got married at the age of sixteen. So, doesn't it only take a few years for Qingya to get married?

Song Qingwan was training her in advance to control her husband, just like her mother.

Song Qingwan's shocking words not only made Song Qingya blush again, but even the beggar at the foot of the wall bumped into the wall with a "bang" and dropped his jaw in shock.

For a moment, the old beggar kept crying out in pain.

"You little girl, you scared me. You have to compensate me with eggs!" The old beggar grunted as he got up and limped towards Song Qingwan.

Song Qingya was shocked and tugged at Song Qingwan's sleeve, signaling her to hurry up, otherwise it would be very ugly to argue with a beggar. But Song Qingwan could tell at a glance that the old beggar was unusual. The old man seemed to have a limp, but his steps were light. Could he be a martial artist?
He also looked a bit like the mysterious leader of the Beggars' Sect, so she wanted to find out if the old man was approaching her on purpose and why.
Song Qingwan just looked at the old man with a smile, without saying anything, and obediently took an egg and handed it to him.

Such cooperation actually confused the old beggar, "You? I'm hungry, little girl, can you give me a few more?" Can such a stupid child really perform surgery? Taoist Wuwei expressed doubt.

But this time, Song Qingwan shook her head and said, "There are a limited number of eggs, and I can only give you one." The Song family was only slightly better off than beggars, so she couldn't be generous.

Seeing this, the old beggar did not insist any longer. He quickly peeled the egg with his black hands and swallowed it in one gulp without insisting any longer.

Instead, he asked affirmatively, "You are the eldest daughter of the Song family, right? I heard from midwife Liu and doctor Luo that you can deliver your mother and help your brother's broken bones grow back without lameness.

Then can you help me see if my leg can be cured? I can tell you secretly that my leg was broken in the treasure palace. If you can cure me, I can take you to the treasure palace.

By then, it would be easy to have ten or a hundred male lovers, not to mention a down-to-earth young man. "The old beggar spitted and spit, as if he was daydreaming, and he didn't look very clear-headed.

Song Qingya was scared and held her sister's arm tightly, wanting to leave immediately.

Song Qingwan gently comforted her sister's hand, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, looking very calm.

The old beggar lay by the wall all year round, so if Midwife Liu and Doctor Luo had really discussed the matter, it would be normal for him to have heard it.

But is it really just a coincidence? "Why should I trust a stranger?"

The old beggar's eyes lit up. So, the girl in front of him really knows how to perform surgery?

The old man suddenly became excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He tried his best to prove himself, "How about this? I saw that you also have a wound on your forehead. This is the jade muscle ointment I got outside the underground palace. It can repair the skin and make it intact, but it can't heal broken bones.

There is no use for the old man to keep it, how about using it as a deposit? If your face is restored to perfection, how about you heal my leg? "

After the old beggar finished speaking, he handed Song Qingwan two fist-sized jars of ointment. The jars were very old and indeed looked like they had been around for a long time.

But Song Qingwan didn't answer. Instead, she repeated, "Why should I trust a stranger?" Are you bullying her because she doesn't know medicine?
"How am I a stranger? Haven't we met before? I've even eaten your eggs, so how am I a stranger?

Besides, if you think I am harming you, you can take the ointment to the clinic for identification. The ointment has been tried by the old man himself, so it must be true.

Besides, I have already shown my utmost sincerity in this deal, why doesn't the little kid want to get rich overnight? Or is he afraid to venture into the underground palace?
If you are timid, I will pay you in cash as long as you cure the old man's leg."

Having said that, even though so many coincidences seemed weird, Song Qingwan still accepted the ointment. After all, if she could restore her appearance, who would want to be ugly?

"Well, I'll identify the ointment first. As for curing the leg, I can only talk but not do. Whether it will be successful in the end depends on the doctor's medical skills.

Even so, are you willing to try it? " Song Qingwan's attitude was not very enthusiastic anyway.

(End of this chapter)