The doctor carefully checked Zhou Mingchen's back before finally letting him put his clothes back on. Sitting in the examination room, he felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, with the doctor's words determining his future term.
"Your condition is quite complex and requires a specialist consultation," the doctor said calmly, "Since the scars have completely formed, the conditions for removal are relatively harsh. Achieving perfection is impossible."
He finished speaking and looked at Zhou Mingchen, "Mr. Zhou, can you accept this result?"
Zhou Mingchen nodded. To him, the scars on his back were less of a physical wound and more of a psychological harm. They usually didn't show, unless one deliberately looked for them, he wouldn't even notice. But these scars were etched in his heart, their existence was a stark reminder of his shameful past. The current outcome of the repair didn't matter; what mattered was the significance of this event to him.
"I can, I trust you," he said.
