Dong Huiying glanced at him, could he really kneel down ? She had noticed long ago that this man actually had a lot of pride and self-esteem, unassuming as he might appear on usual days, but in fact, he held himself in high regard. But such a grand gesture was too much for her to accept, so as he knelt down to apologize, she shifted a step sideways, dodging slightly. "You should stand up," she sighed, thinking to herself that he had deep thoughts and was not lacking in shrewdness; he was certainly a man of deep strategies. She feared he was also convinced that even if she remembered what had happened that day and was very angry with him, with her current temperament, she probably wouldn’t resort to hitting or scolding him. Zhi Chen curved his lips slightly and then calmly asked, "Are you not angry then?" Dong Huiying subconsciously touched her own cheek, where the scars had already been removed earlier in Pingchang Prefecture, thanks to the Scar Removal Ointment. Zhi Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and then, seen holding an iron nail, he forcefully drew a line across his face, and immediately blood beads appeared. His memory was very good, and he gauged the force of his action correctly. The injury that had disfigured her that day had been very deep, and now a similarly severe wound appeared on his face. "What are you doing?" She grabbed his wrist in panic, but it was still too late; his cheek was already slashed. Seeing the blood beads rolling down continuously from his wound, she was instantly stunned. With a clang, Zhi Chen dropped the iron nail, asking with a smile, "This is what I owe you. Do you feel somewhat better now?" "You... are simply unreasonable!" She had to leave him and walk away. Zhi Chen paused for a moment, having taken a gamble today. On his way back from Black Wind Camp, he had been continuously pondering how to make her forgive and forget. Not for any other reason but for the sake of the frail Shu Yu alone, he knew he had to do something. However, swiftly, like a whirlwind, Dong Huiying had returned. Her complexion was a bit off. Zhi Chen was slightly taken aback, then nodded in compliance, "What would you have me do?" Dong Huiying, with a dark face, opened the wooden box that Zhi Chen had previously given her, took out the surgical suturing tools, disinfected them with strong alcohol, then threaded a needle, used the Acupuncture point technique to block the pain in his face, and sewed up the long wound on his face. The wooden box Zhi Chen had given her came just in time; there were plenty of herbs stocked at home too. If previously, Huiying, without medicine or tools, was like a skilled housewife unable to cook without rice, or like a normal person whose limbs had been broken, her brain full of knowledge yet unable to act, then with the right tools and a wide variety of herbs, it was as if her broken arms and legs were reattached, allowing her to finally utilize her skills. In less than a quarter of an hour, she first stitched up the wound on his face, then broke several stems of herbs to mix a light green liquid, which she applied evenly on Zhi Chen’s face, and dug out a big lump of dark Scar Removal Ointment, slathering it on his face. Afterward, she tidied up the wooden box, putting everything back in. As she stood up, she pointed at the bloodstains on the floor and said, "You clean it up yourself!" Having said that, she walked away with the wooden box, not sparing him an extra glance. Zhi Chen touched his chin, then chuckled softly. Strange, he seemed to have made her angry, but what exactly was she angry about? A little while later, Zhi Chen felt that his face was so painful it seemed as if a layer of skin could be peeled off. When the black Scar Removal Ointment had been absorbed by the skin and crumbled into dust that fell away, he couldn’t help but touch his cheek and found, to his astonishment, that it had healed? And not even a scar was left?