The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 22 - No more Scars

This was the first time since her rebirth that Maureen nearly shed tears of joy.

The system said, “It’s because you held his hand.”

Maureen quickly did her calculations and was taken aback.

“Could one hand hold really result in fifteen plants?”

Was everything she had been meticulously planning all for naught?

She might as well just have run to Liam to shake hands with him when she first saw him.

The system said, “Didn’t you remember?

Your fingertips were rubbing against each other for a total of three whole minutes.

This is the first time you’ve had such prolonged physical contact with him – the first time always has a stronger effect.”

Maureen hadn’t really been aware of the time.

While she was applying medicine, Liam had kept trying to extricate his hand, and she had to grasp hold of his fingertips.

With the system putting it this way, it sounded quite risqué.

The system was perplexed,

“I’m surprised he didn’t lose his temper at you.”

Maureen was also puzzled, wondering if it was because she kept pushing her luck too far, until Liam, despite his initial annoyance, had simply grown accustomed to it.

Liam seemed to have become less annoying to her lately, gradually showing signs of accepting her as a friend.

Of course, this was good news for Maureen.

Maureen energetically washed her face, squatted down and began to tidy up the pile of stuff at her feet.

She hadn’t quite made out what Liam had sent her, as everything in the box looked rumpled and bundled up when she saw it in the library.

Now, as she took the items out and shook them for a closer look, she discovered that they were all branded items, with generous styles of autumn and winter sweaters and coats.

Maureen was tall and slender among girls, with a fair and thin figure, so she could fit into any size.

She tried them on and, surprisingly, they fit perfectly.

In addition to the clothes and shoes, there were a whole bunch of miscellaneous things stuffed in the corner, including a scarf, toothpaste, and even a pillow.

Maureen certainly couldn’t return these.

According to Liam’s character, if she returned these items, he, the young Liam, would surely be upset.

The situation would become even more troublesome.

So, Maureen quickly calculated in her mind how much these things would cost.

After adding up the prices on the tags, it was no less than seventy thousand dollars.

It seemed she would have to work hard to earn money and then buy them back for Liam.

For now, she would consider these items as advanced payment.

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The next day, Maureen got up early and made a trip to the hospital, hanging an appointment at the dermatology department.

It was the same doctor she had seen before.

The doctor remembered her and, seeing her come for a follow-up exam, said:

“Take off your mask and let me see.

Have you been diligent in applying sunscreen and medication?

We don’t want any hypertrophic scars–” Before the doctor could finish, Maureen had taken off her mask.

” The doctor was completely stunned.

He could remember that two weeks ago when

Maureen came for a checkup, there was a large injury on the left side of her face.

He quickly walked over and inspected Maureen’s face, looking from left to right:

“How did you recover so fast?

Did you have surgery?”

Even with surgery, it wouldn’t be this smooth and flawless as if there was never any injury!

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s because I kept applying the medication, it healed quite fast.”

Maureen felt as if there was a celebratory atmosphere in her heart.

Living in a world where she didn’t need to wear a mask, even breathing felt easier.

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The doctor was utterly in disbelief – this was a medical miracle.

He had never seen such a spectacular recovery.

“Well, congratulations to you then.”

As the two talked, the nurses who came in to fetch things couldn’t help but sneak glances at Maureen.

When this girl first came in with a mask on, people just noticed her beautiful eyes, but they never expected that she would be so stunning without the mask—

She had that kind of beauty that was shiningly fair, standing out in the crowd at first glance.

If it wasn’t for the school uniform she was wearing, people might mistake her as a young artist.

She had the type of face that could make a person instantly popular.

Maureen asked

“Do you think I can take off the mask now?”

“I think you can,” the doctor pondered and suggested,

“However, I would recommend observing for two more days.

Wait until tomorrow and if you don’t have any symptoms of itching or burning, you can take your mask off permanently, but remember to apply sunscreen every day.”

Two days.

Maureen felt she could wait.

She didn’t want any accidents in her life anymore.

As she walked out of the hospital, Maureen had planned to go back to the school library to continue studying, but her phone suddenly vibrated.

The author of the post that she messaged last night surprisingly responded to her.

The other party gave her an address in a chilly manner and asked her to meet him this afternoon.

Standing next to the bus stop, Maureen was so excited that she almost jumped up, saying to the system,

“This is what they call ‘double happiness knocks on the door’.”

Could this be the good luck that came after the change in fate?

System:

“It seems that Professor Logan is also on the list of people who can be leeched off.

He belongs to the capricious type but even though his ranking is quite low, having some contact won’t harm.

Just expect him to be quite difficult to handle.

You’d better be careful, otherwise, you might get scolded and driven away.” Maureen:

“Understood.”

Professor Logan’s home was a bit secluded, in a narrow alleyway filled with hanging laundry.

Maureen found the house number and politely knocked on the courtyard door.

After a while, there were footsteps.

When the door opened, a man in a white vest with half-white hair put on his glasses and sized her up.

In her previous life, Maureen had only seen Professor Logan once before she was taking the college entrance examination.

At that time, he looked even more haggard than he was now.

Although most of the people in the school hadn’t been taught by him, they had seen him, and if she pretended not to know him now, it would seem rather false.

So Maureen showed an expression of surprise:

“Professor Logan?”

The old man looked at the school uniform she was wearing: “Are you a student from our school?”

“Yes.” Out of respect, Maureen quickly took off her face mask,

“I didn’t expect it to be you.

I’m currently working to support my studies.”

“Grade Three?”

“Yes.” A clean and unpainted girl would easily make a good impression.

Although the old man was a bit eccentric, it didn’t seem right leaving Maureen standing outside.

So, he said somewhat gruffly,

“First, come in.