Chapter 267 Secret Ointment
Chapter 267 Secret Ointment
While Lu Mingxuan was eating the breakfast that Song Qiao had bought, his phone rang.
He checked the number and answered: "Hello! Dad, how's Grandpa?"
“Your grandfather is in good health. I picked him up from Yushan and we’re going to the hospital right away. Your grandfather and Yunmiao both know about your injury and they’re very worried. They wanted to come and see you.”
Upon hearing that Lu Wenguang and Yun Miao knew about his burns, Lu Mingxuan put down the eight-treasure porridge in his hand: "The roads are slippery in the snow, so please take good care of Grandpa. Song Qiao and I are waiting for you in the room."
Now that his grandfather knew about his injury, Lu Mingxuan didn't want to hide it anymore. He ended the call, stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, and said, "Qiaoqiao, Grandpa is here, and my mom knows about my injury too."
Song Qiao looked down at her half-eaten breakfast and asked, "Where are they?"
"No rush, take your time eating. My dad said he just entered the hospital."
Song Qiao agreed, put down the bun in her hand, picked up the bowl and drank half a bowl of eight-treasure porridge: "I've finished eating too, I'm going out to greet Grandpa."
"Didn't I tell you there's no rush? Let's finish eating first." Lu Mingxuan took Song Qiao's hand.
Song Qiao glanced at Lu Mingxuan and reminded her not to rush, but she was so excited that she didn't even eat.
"I'm finished eating!" Song Qiao said with a smile to Lu Mingxuan.
That smile was so healing. Lu Mingxuan felt a ripple of emotion in his heart. If he hadn't been injured in the hospital, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold back by now. Despite his physical limitations, he leaned over and kissed her: "Qiaoqiao, thank you."
Being with the one you love makes this little injury nothing.
Song Qiao comforted Lu Mingxuan and went to the door, her eyes fixed on the elevator. Soon the elevator doors opened, and Lu Wenguang, supported by Yun Miao and Lu Xinjun, walked out.
"Qiaoqiao, how is Xiaoxuan?"
Seeing Song Qiao come forward, Lu Wenguang asked.
"Grandpa, Mingxuan is fine. He was wearing thick clothes in winter, so he didn't suffer any serious injuries."
Song Qiao was unaware of how serious the burns were; she thought that applying some medicine and getting an injection would be enough.
Moreover, Mingxuan was in her own hospital, and the doctor there was the best in the burn department. She didn't think the injury was serious.
"The wedding is about to take place, what a disaster!"
Lu Wenguang banged his walking stick on the floor to vent his dissatisfaction with Qiao Wei.
With a look of self-blame, Song Qiao helped Lu Wenguang up in place of Yun Miao: "Grandpa, it's all my fault. Mingxuan got hurt because he was protecting me."
Lu Wenguang stopped and looked at Song Qiao: "It would have been more troublesome if your face had been burned. Luckily, Mingxuan shielded you from it."
Yunmiao had already started wiping away tears. She had secretly cried several times along the way. There's a saying: "The illness is in the child's body, but the pain is in the mother's heart."
Lu Xinjun happened to see this scene and comforted her, "Yunmiao, I'll call Weiwei over in a bit, and you can decide what to do with her."
He felt that if he didn't punish Qiao Wei for this, he would be letting down Lu Mingxuan and Song Qiao.
"Let's go inside and talk first," Lu Wenguang said before everyone went inside.
In the room, Lu Mingxuan sat on the bed, showing no signs of pain except that he dared not move his body.
"Grandpa, what brings you here? It's snowing heavily."
Lu Wenguang sat down on the chair in front of his bed: "I'll get justice for you, Xuan'er. Let Grandpa check your back first."
After hearing this, Song Qiao hurriedly lifted Lu Mingxuan's shirt. She was shocked to see that the red and swollen areas from last night had developed blisters all over his back.
She was terrified.
"Dad! How could this happen? It wasn't like this last night..."
"Song Qiao, burns are very stubborn. Don't be nervous. Your grandfather has brought his secret ointment." Lu Xinjun was also unprepared and was shocked when he saw it.
All eyes turned to Lu Mingxuan's back, and Yun Miao couldn't help but cry out, "Xiao Xuan, how much does it hurt?"
"How could this be?"
Hearing Song Qiao muttering to herself, Lu Xinjun said, "The hot pot broth had some added ingredients. Getting burned like that is worse than getting burned by boiling water. If this burn happened in the summer, the meat would probably be cooked. The active tissue in the burned area has died. Unless you get a skin graft, it will leave a scar."
Qiao Wei is really bold, daring to overturn a pot of soup, and she even went for Song Qiao's face, which shows how vicious she is.
Where else?
Yunmiao looked at Lu Mingxuan's bare back and asked with heartache.
"And the thigh too, they've applied medicine there too, Mom! It's all better now."
Lu Wenguang glanced at Yun Miao: "Give the medicine you brought to Xiao Xuan, otherwise on the wedding day, he won't even be able to wear clothes, let alone go on stage."
With their wedding just a week away, and just as she was about to give up on the wedding, the miraculous doctor and the divine nun arrived, and Song Qiao's heart was filled with hope.
She had also heard that traditional Chinese medicine is even faster than Western medicine in treating burns and scalds, and it is less likely to leave scars.
"Mom, let me help you."
Song Qiao seemed to see the wedding seven days later again, with Lu Mingxuan wearing a suit and tie, carrying her out of the wedding car.
"Okay! You hold the bowl, I'll apply the ointment to Xiao Xuan."
Lu Wenguang stood to the side watching, then lifted Lu Mingxuan's back and called out, "Wait!"
Yunmiao stopped what she was doing and looked up at her master.
"You need to wipe off the original ointment on his body, otherwise the two medications will react."
Yunmiao wiped away a cold sweat; in her haste, she had even forgotten about it.
"But……"
Yun Miao's eyes reddened as she wiped off the ointment from Lu Mingxuan's body. Could he bear it? Look at these blisters on his back; it would hurt if he moved.
Lu Mingxuan was also a doctor, so he naturally knew what Yun Miao meant by what she didn't say. He lay there and said, "Mom, just wipe it for me, I'm not afraid of pain!"
Upon seeing this, Song Qiao hurriedly asked, "What should we do about these areas? They break easily when rubbed. There were no blisters yesterday, but I didn't expect so many today."
In Western medicine, these blisters need to be removed, but Lu Wenguang said after looking at them: "Try not to touch these blisters. Just remove the ointment that was originally applied to his body and replace it with the ointment that we brought. Xiao Xuan, it hurts a little, just bear with it."
"Grandpa, I can bear it."
Lu Wenguang looked at Yun Miao, who was reluctant to do it, and said, "The pain is only temporary. It will stop hurting once the burn ointment takes effect."
Yunmiao gritted her teeth, looked up at her son, and said, "Xiaoxuan, just bear with it for the sake of your wedding."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Qiao ran into the bathroom, took out a towel, and stuffed it into Lu Mingxuan's mouth.
"Mingxuan, let's begin."
Lu Mingxuan nodded, a towel still in his mouth.
Song Qiao carried a basin of water and used the cotton swabs she had brought to carefully clean the ointment off Lu Mingxuan's back.
"It wasn't this serious yesterday, Dad! What's going on?" Song Qiao questioned again whether the doctor had given the wrong medication.
Lu Wenguang looked at Song Qiao: "I'll answer."
"After a night, the burned area cannot repair itself in time, and the soft tissue of the skin loses its coordination function, so the injury looks more serious."
Song Qiao originally planned to apply the medicine after eating, but she never expected the wound to turn out like this.
Seeing Song Qiao's tears, Yun Miao calmed down instead: "Qiao Qiao, believe in the ointment your grandfather made, Xiao Xuan's injury will heal soon."
After saying this, Yun Miao began to clean her wounds, while Song Qiao, carrying a basin, would occasionally glance at Lu Mingxuan, who was lying on the bed.
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