In the ward of the burn department of the hospital.

Song Qian, slowly opened her eyes.

"Uh..." She breathed a sigh of difficulty.

"Are you awake? It's great, I'll call the doctor." A familiar and tired voice came from my ears.

Song Qian saw a familiar but blurred back.

It seems to be... Guan Min.

Not long after, the attending physician brought two nurses into the room quickly.

He had some routine checkups around Song Qian.

Then he gave a few words of advice and left for the time being.

Guan Min knelt beside the bed, gently putting her head on her lower abdomen.

"You're awake, it's great." Guan Min choked, "I almost thought you couldn't wake up!"

"What's wrong with me?" Song Qian murmured.

Memory gradually became clearer.

At that time, Shi Zhiming pressed the oil pan on her face.

Then, her head seemed to be ignited by the fire.

I was staggering in the room to find the medicine box.

Later...didn't you faint?

Can't remember it anymore.

However, Song Qian, who knew the serious consequences of burns and scalds, was also scared.

If you weren't your responsiveness, you might have your eyes burned at that time.

"Xiao Min, how long have I been lying?"

"It's been three days! You've been in a coma for three days." Guan Min wiped her tears, looking lingering in fear.

"Is it serious?" Song Qian asked.

Guan Min's face showed a tangled look.

"Is there a mirror? I want to see myself!" Song Qian said.

Her face was covered with gauze.

Breathing and speaking are difficult.

Song Qian could feel the stinging pain from her right half of her face.

It seemed as if the whole head was about to crack.

It was already difficult for her to hold back her words.

"Qian..." Guan Min obviously hesitated for a moment.

"The worst is disfigurement. It's okay, I can hold on!" Song Qian wanted to laugh, but the pain on her face made her groan, "I don't rely on my face to make a living anyway!"

Women basically carry a small mirror with them.

"You haven't removed the gauze yet, so you can't see anything!" Guan Min held up a small mirror, parallel to the bed.

Song Qian's gaze locked on the small mirror.

In the mirror, her face was wrapped like a mummy.

Only nostrils and two eyes are left.

But, from gauze

Judging from the appearance, my right face was already swollen.

It's already very difficult to speak.

Look at your right eye again.

In the exposed small space, you can also see scars in the corner of your right eye.

Blackened.

This is the consequence of high temperature burns the dermis.

Dehydrated.

At this moment, the two nurses pushed a nursing car into the ward.

"Six beds, let's change your dressings." said a nurse.

"Okay!" Song Qian tried hard to smile.

Although she knew that the other party could not see her smile.

"Six beds, your scalding area is not small, and the location is basically on your face. We hope you can..." The nurse was about to carry out psychological construction.

After all, for a woman, disfigurement is almost equivalent to life imprisonment.

"I hope I can see the whole process of changing the dressing." Song Qian said.

Two nurses looked at each other.

"It's okay, you guys do what she said!" Guan Min said, "I will accompany her."

With the joint insistence of Guan Min and Song Qian, the two nurses cut open the gauze on Song Qian's face.

Revealed gently in circles.

Guan Min was standing opposite him with a small mirror, so that Song Qian could see herself clearly.

Finally, the last layer of gauze was taken down.

Even though Song Qian was mentally prepared, her hands were still clenched tightly in an instant.

What a terrible face in the mirror.

On the left, there are basically no major problems.

Song Qian is not a beauty, but she has the temperament of a white-collar beauty after following Guan Min for many years.

In addition, I practice internal skills hard on weekdays.

Song Qian is actually quite outstanding in terms of temperament.

However, all of this disappeared with this scald.

A face, starting from the nose, is divided into two obvious halves.

There are angels on one side and devils on the other.

It's still the ugly devil who crawled out of the deepest part of hell in legend.

Both young nurses subconsciously lowered their heads.

miserable!

Too miserable!

If the whole face is ruined, it would be fine.

Direct skin grafting, plastic surgery, or even face change...

But Song Qian's appearance is too difficult.

"It's pretty good..." Song Qian tried hard to open her swollen right half of her mouth, "at least half of it remains!"

"Qian, let's do it

Surgery, skin grafting!" Guan Min held Song Qian's hand in pain, and tears fell down with a slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight

"Don't cry, as long as you can't die, it's not a problem!" Song Qian patted her hand instead and comforted her softly.

Guan Min could feel her trembling slightly.

I don’t know if it’s the pain caused by medical alcohol or the pain in my heart.

"I have gotten too much. God is starting to be jealous. Take it back and use it as interest!" Song Qianqiang smiled.

Guan Min cried even more miserably.

The scenes of her first meeting with Song Qian appeared in her mind.

At that time, she was Guan Fengyao's "daughter" just adopted, and Song Qian was a burden that her family disliked and wanted to get rid of immediately.

The fate of the two is so wonderfully integrated.

Never separated again.

"Qian, you used to protect me, from now on, I will protect you!" Guan Min said seriously.

"Okay!" Song Qian smiled on the left half of her face.
To be continued...