Ever since the assassin incident, Yang Qianqian finally experienced the meaning of "once bitten, one becomes afraid of ropes for three years" and stayed in Hexiang Garden for several days without daring to go out.

Of course, she was not idle either. She carefully sorted out the shops she saw on the street that day to see which one would be more suitable to open a plastic surgery clinic.

But the problem now is that with more than 2,000 silver coins a year to run a shop, there probably won't be any extra money to buy medicinal materials and equipment.

With a monthly salary of 200 yuan, it seems that she will have to stay in the Prince Shen's Mansion for another three or four months. However, relying solely on the monthly salary, she can never be too hungry. She must find a way to make money.

"Miss, it's been half a month. Do you want to go and get the bronze utensils that you asked Lu'er to make last time?" Lu'er reminded her in a low voice.

Her young lady has been acting more and more strange recently. She spends all day calculating with a pen and paper, and she doesn't recognize many of the words (Arabic numerals and simplified Chinese characters).

If Lu'er hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten: "Go get it quickly, and go to the pharmacy to get this medicine for me!"

She had to use a surprise approach. The scars on her face would probably take three operations to heal completely, but after the first operation, the most obvious scars should fade a lot.

She has been busy these days, applying the medicine prescribed last time on her face every day, and the scar has softened a lot.

It has also faded a bit, at least it doesn't look so scary anymore, and it's about time for surgery.

A few days ago, I made a few scar stickers that were similar to my skin color, and I'm waiting for those uneven scars to be removed.

Stick these scars on your face, then put on foundation to make a transition, or you can go out dressed as a man.

After seeing what happened last time, she didn’t dare go out again. What if she ran into that perverted killer again and he didn’t keep his word?

No matter what, it's better to be on guard.

Lu'er went out with the prescription. She was always quite efficient, so in less than a morning, she got the medicine and surgical tools back.

As soon as she entered the door, she almost bumped into a man in red. She looked up and was stunned: "Hail, Your Majesty..."

"What? We just haven't seen each other for a few days. You don't recognize me?" Yuwen Duo frowned unhappily. He didn't know how he came to the side door of the palace. He just saw the woman's maid coming back with a lot of bags.

But, is that wrapped thing medicine?

Is she sick?

When did she become ill? Why have I never heard her mention it?

"What is this?" Looking at the stunned Lu'er, Yuwen Duo snatched the paper bag from his hand. Sure enough, a medicinal fragrance filled his nose. "Whose medicine is this?"

"Yes..." Lu'er stuttered a little, thought for a moment, and then came up with an idea, "It's Ruyue's medicine!"

"Oh!" It turned out it wasn't that woman's.

Yuwen Duo returned the medicine to her and looked at the small cloth bag in her hand. "What is that?"

"Uh..." Lu'er was about to open her mouth when the small cloth bag was snatched away again. Yuwen Duo opened it and saw a golden glitter inside, with a small knife, tweezers and other things, as well as some strange things he had never seen before.

"What is this for?"

"The... young lady said that this is a tool needed for growing flowers!" Lu'er remembered what Yang Qianqian had said before and quickly told the truth.

"Growing flowers?" When did she start to like growing flowers?

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