"Oh, you applied medicine, huh?" Su Qingyue answered honestly.
"When you were with the Zhu Family, the Old Lady of Zhu family took you to the doctor to treat your facial sore and applied medicine, but it didn't heal. Does medicine help?" Wang Qigu mocked, "Or is it just a waste of money?"
Su Qingyue couldn't be bothered to argue, Wang Cuihua was also frightened by her face. Taking a closer look, it was just medicine applied on the pus sores, "Qingyue, is your face okay?"
She shook her head, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It'll heal after some time."
"It can really heal?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's good." Wang Cuihua was reassured.