When he closed his eyes and looked calm, a closer look revealed that he actually had a very gentle appearance.
When I looked at him quickly, I thought he was a scholar from a certain family who was going to Beijing to take the imperial examination.
Pei Yu's ears suddenly moved, someone was coming.
A thin figure stood outside the door, bowed and said, "Your Highness, it's time to change the dressing."
The voice was hoarse, as if it had been scalded by boiling water.
Pei Yu raised the corners of his lips and said "hmm" softly.
The man walked in lightly, keeping his head down. When he applied medicine to Pei Yu, he could clearly see that his hands were so thin that it seemed as if there was no flesh left, with only thin bones supporting the dry flesh.
His movements were so light and gentle that Pei Yu couldn't help but open his eyes and look over.
His entire body was enveloped in a halo, which made his bony body even thinner.
Pei Yu's gaze moved from his hand upwards, inch by inch, and finally landed on his face.
It was a pale, almost transparent, thin face, about thirty years old, with no outstanding features. Even if he were a little fatter, he would just be an ordinary person, and it would be impossible to recognize him in a crowd.
But there is something special about this face.
Pei Yu's gaze fell on his left eye, and his eyes became playful and amusing.
He has a large scar over his left eye.
The skin on his face was bumpy and uneven, and it was wrinkled and connected into one piece, spreading from the side of his left eye to his forehead and extending into his temples.
It's a burn.
Pei Yu smiled and propped up his head to look at him. He looked calm and focused, without any trace of self-esteem or shame caused by the ugly scar on his face.
He called him, his voice lazy and casual, poking lightly on his scar.
"Doctor Fang, you are such a skilled doctor, but you can't heal this scar?"
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