"Give me your eyebrow knife."
Su Wen reached out and said.
Zhu Mengyao did not dare to delay and took out the eyebrow knife and placed it in Su Wen's hand.
He precisely targeted the scar on the left cheek of the girl, directly stabbing the eyebrow knife into it with just the right depth, neither injuring the girl nor failing to pick out the dead skin.
Next, Su Wen operated the eyebrow knife with careful precision, slowly removing all the dead skin from the girl's face.
The cheek was tender and white as frost, and her bodily state seemed like that of a newborn, facing the world anew as if in an infant's form.
"That's amazing..."
Zhu Mengyao murmured to herself.
Indeed.
He had struggled and hustled in this society for so many years and had never seen such a skillful doctor.
Moreover, even if we take ten thousand steps back, this has actually gone beyond what a doctor should be capable of.
