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"Yes, yes." Someone echoed.

If Shen Tao Pharmaceutical deliberately said that it could cure Qimeng's face, then secretly repaired Qimeng's face with surgical skin grafting, and finally said that it was repaired with cosmetics, who would not know this kind of deception?

Mo Zhitao glanced at the female reporter and said, "Don't worry, I only need two hours."

"Two hours?" The female reporter called out in disbelief. "How is this possible?"

While talking, Mo Zhitao took out a medicine bottle from his arms, which was the essence of the cosmetics he had just developed, and was going to be handed over to Shen Hua to synthesize cosmetics with other medicinal materials.

But now that something like this happened, Mo Zhitao had no choice but to come over with this bottle of essence first.

Just now Mo Zhitao had checked the injuries on Qimeng's face, he had already sealed some of Qimeng's acupuncture points, and he had also lost some zhenqi in her body, he must make up for this loss.

Even if Shen Hua didn't tell Mo Zhitao, Mo Zhitao knew that this press conference was in big trouble because of Qimeng.

If Qimeng was sent to the hospital for treatment like this, not only Shen Tao's cosmetics would be finished this time, but even Qimeng would be finished.

"Listen everyone, he said that in two hours ⊥ Qimeng's face will be back to normal, and we are all here to bear witness." The female reader exclaimed excitedly.

Now even if Mo Zhitao sent Qi Meng to the hospital for an operation, it would not be possible to recover in two hours.

Seeing what Mo Zhitao said, Shen Hua took a gamble, anyway, Shen Tao was dominated by Mo Zhitao.If Mo Zhitao couldn't save this matter, then he had nothing to do.

"Well, everything is subject to what Mr. Mo said." Shen Hua nodded.

Mo Zhitao said, "Now invite Ms. Qimeng to come on stage."

Qimeng from behind heard Mo Zhitao calling her, and she walked up covering her face.

Right now, Qimeng's face is still hot, but her body is fine, except that there is a scar on her face, she is about to cry to death.

Mo Zhitao whispered to Qimeng, "Trust me and put your hands down."

"En." Qi Meng looked at Mo Zhitao, then slowly put down her hand.

"Ah, Qimeng is really disfigured." The people in the audience gasped and watched.

There was a noise outside the door just now, and some people heard that Qimeng's face was destroyed in an accident, but they didn't see Qimeng's face.

Now they can see very clearly that although Qimeng's face is only half the size of a fingernail, they have ruined Qimeng's beautiful face.If Qimeng's face cannot be cured with natural methods, then Qimeng's future will be gone.

Mo Zhitao said in a deep voice, "Everyone has seen it now, right? Just now the gangster pretended to be a reporter and shot at Qimeng and the female bodyguard with a water gun filled with sulfuric acid. They were all injured."

"I see." Everyone replied. "If you cure Qimeng, we believe that your cosmetics are useful."

The eyes of the dealers in the audience were also shining, the reporters in front kept taking photos, and some reporters kept writing with pens, probably to spread the news.

It is estimated that Qimeng will be disfigured soon, and the news that Shen Tao cosmetics will be used for treatment will be published on major websites and media. If Shen Tao cosmetics are really so powerful, then they are right this time.

No matter how much the distribution fee is, they want this kind of cosmetics.

Good things are hard to come by, like some international brand-name things, which cost a lot of money, but consumers just choose them to buy.

"Okay, I'll treat Miss Qimeng now." Mo Zhitao opened the small bottle while speaking, and a fresh fragrance immediately permeated the stage.

"Wow, what kind of medicine is that? It smells so good." The people in the audience said.

Mo Zhitao gently wiped the ointment on Qimeng's face, and said, "This fragrance is not essence, but a natural plant fragrance. Shentao Pharmaceutical has its own planting base, and the medicine I am preparing now , It will take at least ten years for those medicines to mature and be used.”

"We remember that Shen Tao Pharmaceutical has not been established for ten years. Did Shen Tao grow your medicine?" A reporter asked.

"No, it's wild. Our herb pickers went to the deep mountains and old forests to pick it back. No one else can know the hard work." Mo Zhitao said.

He didn't talk too much with those reporters, he spread the ointment on Qimeng's face, and then pressed the ointment with his palm.

"Swish, swish." The Yin-Yang and Five-Element Needle shot into Qi Meng's face at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Because the yin-yang and five-element needles became very small and sharp, Qimeng only felt a slight pain in her face, she didn't know that five needles had been injected into her face.

Although the Yin-Yang and Five-element needles were shot into Qimeng's flesh, the Yin-Yang and Five-element needles controlled her acupuncture points, so her blood did not flow out, just like usual.

Mo Zhitao saw that the Yin-Yang and Five-Element Needles were already operating in Qimeng's body, his palm moved slightly, and a wave of superb Yang Qi rushed towards the ointment.

Normally, it would take a few days for these ointments to be absorbed by Qimeng's body, but those reporters were waiting to see the results, so Mo Zhitao Yu Jian used the pure yang energy in his body to refine the medicinal properties of those ointments, and then Let Qimeng absorb it.

Moreover, the true qi of Yin Yang Jue has the effect of recuperating and restoring the human body, so Mo Zhitao kept pouring those internal energies towards Qimeng's face.

"Qimeng, you can practice kungfu now, not only can you absorb the medicinal power into your body, but also improve your martial arts." Mo Zhitao whispered.

If it wasn't for Qimeng practicing martial arts, Mo Zhitao wouldn't dare to say that Qimeng's face would be healed within two hours.

If Qimeng knows martial arts, her ability to absorb the ointment and her physique are better than ordinary people, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Moreover, Qimeng had sex with him before, so her body is already familiar with his yin and yang formula, which is more helpful for Mo Zhitao's treatment.

"Well, I see." Qimeng replied worriedly.

She was always afraid that her face would not recover. She was not worried about whether she would still act or not. What she was worried about was that she was ugly and could no longer be with Mo Zhitao.What would she do if she couldn't be with Mo Zhitao?

Just for a while, Qimeng felt a hot feeling on her face, and then an itchy feeling, she thought about reaching out to grab it.

Mo Zhitao said softly: "Qimeng, you must endure, otherwise, your face will be ruined."

"Well, I'll bear it." Qi Meng said hastily.

About half an hour later, Mo Zhitao withdrew his hand, his face was covered with sweat, at least [-]% of his internal energy was consumed just now.

However, he has already refined all the medicinal properties of the ointment on Qimeng's face and poured it into Qimeng's body. As for whether Qimeng can absorb it all, it depends on Qimeng.

When the reporters saw Mo Zhitao leaving Qimeng, they immediately asked, "Mr. Mo, is Miss Qimeng okay now?"

Now there is a slap-sized black ointment on Qimeng's face, and they don't know how Qimeng is doing now.

"Not yet, we agreed on two hours, don't rush." ​​Mo Zhitao said seriously.

Then Mo Zhitao said to Shen Hua: "Brother Hua, you should go through the press conference first and introduce Shen Tao's products to everyone. Miss Qimeng, you don't need to worry about it."

"Okay." Shen Hua nodded, and he asked the secretary to introduce their Shen Tao's cosmetics this time.

And Mo Zhitao helped Qimeng to go backstage, and entered a room inside. After Qimeng locked the door, she said to Mo Zhitao worriedly: "Brother Mo, if my face is ugly and cannot be restored, you Will you still want me?"

"I want, no matter what you are, I will want you." Mo Zhitao nodded.

"But." Qi Meng hesitated to speak.Although Brother Mo said he wouldn't care, if she turned ugly, he would definitely have other opinions.

Mo Zhitao said sternly: "Qimeng, you don't need so many but, you should practice quickly, this is the second-grade exercise pill, you should take it quickly. I will help you adjust your breath later."

"Brother Mo, but you are so tired now." Qi Meng looked at Mo Zhitao shyly.

Mo Zhitao's face is a little pale now, although the sweat is gone, he looks a little haggard.

"Leave me alone, let's get your face healed first," Mo Zhitao said.

"Okay." Qimeng nodded, she swallowed the second-grade practice pill that Mo Zhitao handed over, and a surge of energy rushed towards her dantian.

Mo Zhitao didn't care too much about this second-grade kung fu pill. They often refined it and gave it to other brothers, so that they could improve their martial arts.

Now that something happened to Qimeng, Mo Zhitao asked Li Qiqi to bring a second-grade exercise pill, just to help Qimeng improve her martial arts.

Alas, if Qimeng's martial arts were better, she would definitely be able to escape the sulfuric acid water, and at the same time, such a thing would not happen.

Mo Zhitao saw that Qimeng was practicing martial arts after eating the second-grade exercise pill, he pressed his hand on Qimeng's Qihu acupoint, and he injected the Yin Qi in his body into Qimeng's body

Just now Mo Zhitao gave Qimeng a lot of yang energy, if he gives yin energy now, it will make Qimeng's body more balanced and it will be much easier to recover.

After half an hour like this, Mo Zhitao withdrew his palm, and then he said to Qimeng: "Qimeng, you continue to practice, you can't stop, there is still an hour, I will come and call you when the time comes."

"Thank you Brother Mo." Qimeng said gratefully.

Mo Zhitao stood up and walked outside. He only had [-]% of his internal strength left.But he didn't have time to adjust his breath and recover his martial arts. He wanted to know what happened to that fake reporter.

When Mo Zhitao went outside, Li Bin walked over and said embarrassedly, "Boss, I'm useless, so punish me."

"It's already happened. It's useless to say that. I want to know who sent that fake reporter?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Just now we have asked in a special way. That person used to be a fan of Qimeng, because after he was rejected several times when he wooed Qimeng, he wanted to ruin Qimeng's appearance. He said that Qimeng would become ugly like this. I will marry him." Li Bin said.

"This fan once posted many posts on the Internet about courting Qimeng, and the police also confirmed this matter." Li Bin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Mo Zhitao asked, "How did that person get in? With their ability, it's impossible to get a press card to come in?"