In order to save her nephew, Deng Hongling did not refuse but thanked her profusely.
Before Feng Qingxue left, she attended to the wound on Deng Hongling's forehead, cleaning the blood, disinfecting it, applying antiseptic, and covering it with several layers of white gauze using tape. Upon closer inspection, Feng Qingxue noticed scars all over her scalp, forehead, neck, and cheeks. Most of them were small and scattered, except for the long and deep scar on her face. Her dull, yellow hair was cut in a chaotic mess.
Noticing Feng Qingxue's gentle gaze, Deng Hongling forced a bitter smile and said, "Our family background is not good. We've been criticized and beaten frequently. I'm used to everyone avoiding us. Now, I just want to save Xiaowo's life."
Feng Qingxue patted her shoulder, "Things will get better. As long as there's life, there's hope."
Tears instantly rolled down Deng Hongling's cheeks, and she hastily wiped them away, "I'll go rub Xiaowo with alcohol."
