Chapter 615 (1/2)

Feng Qingshui immediately released her hand and put it in front of the doctor. There was blood stain on her hand. It was obvious that she had touched her face before.

The doctor carefully felt the pulse of fengqingshui. After a long time, he asked, ”what has the lady smeared on her face before?”

”Miss used gouache in the morning. Miss gouache has been using it for a while.”

”In that case, let's die together.”

Feng Qingshui doesn't move the chrysanthemum fragrance any more. She sits down on the dressing table. Her hatred in her eyes is getting deeper and deeper. She almost gnashes her teeth and calls out Su Jiusi's name. Alan is Su Jiusi's maid. She naturally thinks that this is Su Jiusi's inspiration.

Juxiang felt a pain and was directly kicked to the ground by fengqingshui. She didn't dare to say a word. She immediately got up and continued to kneel on the ground with her head down, hoping that fengqingshui would not think of her again.

Juxiang is still kneeling on the ground, shivering. Although she knows that it has nothing to do with Juxiang, Feng Qingshui still kicks her shoulder, otherwise her anger will not be able to vent.

The doctor trembled and went down to dispense the medicine. If he was in amnesty, he let out a long sigh of relief in the windy room.

Wind light water barely stabilized himself, the tone is still calm.

”Go down and make the medicine!”

In fact, Feng Qingshui knew all this for a long time. She didn't want to give Su Jiusi a chance to recover, so she chose the flower that couldn't remove the scar. As a result, she used it on herself. The doctor's words were completely in her expectation.

The doctor was in a bit of a dilemma. After a long time, he hesitated and said, ”Miss, the skin has festered, and the medicine will heal slowly, but the scar is too deep to remove.”

Feng Qingshui didn't expect to investigate Juxiang for the time being. She immediately stared at the doctor kneeling on the ground, ”is there any other way?”

Juxiang, in particular, is already shaking with fright. She painted the gouache on fengqingshui with a brush herself. Now that something goes wrong, she can't help but blame it. Thinking of the dead qiushu, her hands tremble even more, for fear that she will follow the footsteps of qiushu.