After Wu Hao and Yuan Qiang left the martial arts hall, they headed to a high school. Yuan Qiang’s younger sister, Yuan Jingjing, attended this school, and it happened to be noon.
Upon arriving, they spoke to the security guard at the gate before heading to her classroom.
"Qiangzi, our sister hasn't been bullied, has she?"
Yuan Qiang shook his head. "No, her classmates are all very kind. Many of them are happy to be friends with Jingjing."
"That’s good to hear!"
When they reached the entrance of the classroom, Yuan Qiang peered inside and spotted his sister sitting at her desk, doing her homework.
"Jingjing! Jingjing!"
At Yuan Qiang’s call, his sister looked up.
"Brother!"
Yuan Jingjing had long hair, and because the right side of her face was disfigured, she parted her bangs deeply to the right to cover the ghastly scars.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Wu Hao, standing to the side, smiled. "Jingjing, do you still recognize me?"
Yuan Jingjing looked at Wu Hao, thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. "You... you are Brother Wu Hao!"
Yuan Jingjing was so happy she almost jumped up.
After a moment, Yuan Qiang spoke. "Jingjing, Brother Wu Hao says he can help you treat your face. Let’s find a spot and try it out, shall we?"
No sooner had Yuan Qiang finished speaking than Yuan Jingjing’s expression changed. "Brother, we’ve already been to so many hospitals and spent so much money. The way I look now is the best it’s ever going to get."
"Jingjing, don't say that. I really can help you. You won’t need any injections or medication. I have an ointment here; you apply it, and in ten minutes, the scars will slowly vanish."
No girl is indifferent to beauty. Seeing how serious Wu Hao looked, Yuan Jingjing became interested. "Really, Brother Wu Hao?"
"Of course. Come on, let's go into the classroom and give it a try."
The three of them entered the classroom. Wu Hao first brushed aside her bangs, revealing the severity of the disfigurement, even after years of treatment.
"It’s okay, it’s treatable."
Wu Hao took out a jar of ointment he always carried. "Come here, let me apply this for you, and then we’ll wait ten minutes."
"Thank you, Brother!"
Wu Hao squeezed out some ointment and began to apply it to Yuan Jingjing’s face. Just then, two or three other girls walked over.
"Jingjing!" A girl with a sweet face approached.
"Ah, Wenwen!"
The girl named Yan Wenwen saw Wu Hao applying the ointment to Yuan Jingjing’s face and asked, "What are you doing?"
"My brother said that if I apply this ointment, it will help remove the scars on my face and restore me to how I used to look!"
"Really?"
The girl named Yan Wenwen pulled up a stool and sat down. "That would be wonderful!"
By then, Wu Hao had finished applying the ointment. He took a wet wipe and carefully placed it over her face. "Wait ten minutes. In ten minutes, I guarantee you’ll have your appearance back."
"What? Ten minutes?"
Yan Wenwen and the other girls were stunned.
"Big brother, is that for real? Ten minutes to make Jingjing look the way she used to?"
Wu Hao glanced at her. "Yes. Why, don't you believe me?"
"No, no, I believe you! I just think it's incredible!"
The girl named Yan Wenwen was the school’s recognized beauty. She and Yuan Jingjing had been best friends before the accident, and they remained close to this day. After Yuan Jingjing was disfigured, Yan Wenwen had been heartbroken for a long time, and over the years, she had always stood up for Yuan Jingjing whenever anyone tried to bully her. She truly wanted her best friend to recover her appearance. Although she wanted such a miracle to happen, she felt it was impossible—though she kept that to herself.
Minute by minute, the time passed. Those ten minutes felt incredibly long. It was clear that Yuan Jingjing was nervous.
"It's time, it's time! The ten minutes are up!" Yan Wenwen checked her watch and announced.
"Alright, Jingjing, I’m going to take the wipe off now."
"Okay!"
Yuan Jingjing was nervous, Yuan Qiang was nervous, and her best friend nearby was nervous as well.
Wu Hao gently removed the wipe. Everyone looked over, and they instantly froze in place.
Yuan Jingjing saw their reactions and gave a bitter smile. "What’s wrong?"
"This... this..." Yan Wenwen took out a mirror and handed it to her. "Jingjing, you... you look for yourself!"
"Ah?" Yuan Jingjing said, "I... I'm afraid to."
"Oh, just look!" Yan Wenwen urged, holding the mirror up to her.
Yuan Jingjing looked at herself in the mirror. She froze instantly. She raised her hand to gently touch her right cheek, tears streaming down her face.
"Brother, I... I’m healed! I’m healed, Brother!"
Yuan Qiang was at a loss for words, sitting in his chair with tears running down his face. A moment later, the siblings embraced.
Yan Wenwen and the other friends exchanged glances, still reeling from the shock. After a while, Yan Wenwen turned to Wu Hao and asked, "Brother, Brother, where can we buy this ointment? Can it help me fade some of the dark spots on my face?"
"Me too, me too, Brother! I have bad dark circles, can the ointment improve those?"
"Can it remove blackheads?"
"Does it hydrate? Oh, and most importantly, does it whiten the skin?"
In an instant, all the girls had crowded around Wu Hao, surrounding him completely.