Tao Meijiao watched her movements. "Xiao Yue, are you washing your face?"
"Yes," she replied. "In a quarter of an hour, wash off the medicinal paste on your face, and the deliberately applied sallowness and fake spots will all be washed away."
"Xiao Yue, I think the medicine you prepared is simply incredible..."
"Otherwise, how could I claim to be a divine doctor?"
"It's not self-proclaimed; my father's illness, which even Dr. Chen, who once worked as an imperial doctor in the Palace, was unable to cure, you managed to heal. If you're not a divine doctor, who is?" Tao Meijiao pondered. "How is your medical skill so exquisite?"
She smiled without answering. Everyone has their own secrets, and her time-traveling was something she could not tell anyone.
Even to the third brother, she had no intention of revealing it.
