Wang Yao was about to leave after having a chat with Song Ruiping and her husband, but Song Ruiping stopped him.
"Just a moment, Dr. Wang," said Song Ruiping.
"What is it?" asked Wang Yao.
"Could you treat Xiaoxue's ulcers on her face next time?" asked Song Ruiping anxiously.
"Face?" Wang Yao was surprised, but he immediately got what Song Ruiping meant.
What did a young person care about most? Not his or her career or job—it was their image, or face, to be precise. A young girl would care about her looks even more. That was why most girls would spend hours dressing themselves up or putting on makeup.
The girl lying in the bed was no exception. She had hoped to see her beautiful face in the mirror again many times. She would be happy if she could see that image just once.
"Sure, I'll try," said Wang Yao.
