Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Madam Qian was a little nervous. This ugly scar had followed her for so many years that she had had enough of teasing since she was young. How good it would be if it could really heal.

Su Xiaolu took Madam Qian's pulse.

After taking her pulse, Su Xiaolu said under Madam Qian's vaguely expectant gaze, "The scar on Auntie's face is too serious. I can't say for sure that it will recover, but it can be improved on such a basis."

Half of Madam Qian's face was almost pulled together by the scars. The eyelids on the right side of her face were different from her left eye. Her eyes were not the same size. The terrifying scars on her face made her afraid to face others' gazes.

She felt inferior. She would be more sensitive than ordinary people. As long as outsiders looked at her face, even if they were not looking at the scars on her face, she would think that they were looking at the scars on her face.

Can It Be Cured?