A week later, when Yan Xixi was washing her face in the morning, she remarkably discovered that all the small wounds under the gauze had completely healed. Her skin was tender and smooth, like that of a newborn.
There was a knock on the door; it was Dr. Liu.
She was very pleased and showed him her forehead. "Dr. Liu, look, my wounds have healed. Thank you."
Dr. Liu was smiling, but he was startled after getting a good look at her face.
Whenever he had visited before, her face was always smeared with medicinal solution and covered with small adhesive bandages, obscuring her features. But now, all the coverings had been removed. Her face was washed clean, and her black hair hung neatly behind her. Dressed simply in a white shirt and jeans, she looked as fresh and pure as a lotus emerging from clear water.
