As the ointment was slowly peeled back, the expressions on everyone's faces began to change.
Finally, the solidified paste was removed. At that moment, the crowd fell into a dead silence. Everyone stared intently at the young woman's face, their own faces masks of shock and disbelief. The skin that had been inflamed and bleeding was now exceptionally smooth and snow-white, as delicate as a baby's.
Everyone was stunned. How was this possible?
Jiang Nianyu's eyes widened as she stared, dumbfounded. Zhao Dong had completely shattered her understanding of what was possible. As for Wu Tingyu, her pupils contracted rapidly, her expression a sight to behold.
Feeling the gazes of the crowd, the young woman asked nervously, "Mister, my face… what happened to it?"
Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "Take out your phone, turn on the camera, and see for yourself."
