"You it is then."
Lu Zijia nodded and said again, "The ointment will hurt a bit after you put it on. You must endure it."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to endure it."
The short-haired woman patted her chest and looked very confident.
When her arm was burnt back then, she was only 16 years old. She didn't cry then, let alone now.
Seeing her so confident, Lu Zijia smiled at her and immediately opened the lid of the jade bottle. She dug out some with her hand and smeared it evenly on the scar on the short-haired woman's arm.
During the whole process, the short-haired woman didn't even frown, which made everyone around a bit confused for a moment whether she felt the piercing pain Lu Zijia talked about or not.
"We'll see the results in half an hour." Lu Zijia took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then said to the short-haired woman and also everyone present.
