Tang Mubai frowned, "Don't let her have a scar."
His voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't much fluctuation in his tone. It seemed indifferent, but it gave off an indescribable pressure.
Doctor Yang's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, but he still honestly said, "That depends on the individual's constitution. If the skin's healing function is not good, meaning the wound heals slowly, or if it's scar-prone skin, there will be a scar. However, I have a scar-removing ointment that I concocted myself. I'll have the young lady try it and see how it works?"
Tang Nian nodded, "Then thank you, Doctor Yang."
"You're welcome, miss."
After treating her wound, he reminded her, "I'll come over to change the dressing for you tomorrow morning. But remember, you mustn't get it wet. I didn't bring the ointment with me this time, but I'll send someone to deliver it later. Apply it once in the morning and once at night."
"Okay, I'll remember."
"Then I'll take my leave."
