Chapter 21 Do I Look Ugly Like This Now?

Chapter 21: Do I look really ugly right now?

True to his title as the War God Prince, Luo Junhe judged right and wrong by his own code. In this regard, Ji Yuntang quite liked his character.

"Your Highness, I've reheated the fish soup and congee for you. After you finish eating, I'll clean the wounds and dead tissue on your face."

Luo Junhe gave a slight nod. His unfocused pupils seemed to reflect scattered, mottled starlight.

"Alright, thank you, Miss Ji. If I am truly fortunate enough to survive, I will certainly repay you handsomely in the future."

His words pleased Ji Yuntang. She spoke up, "I'm glad to hear you say that. Rest assured, I will definitely cure you, allowing you to live a normal life with your head held high. As for me, I don't have any special hobbies; I just like common things like gold, silver, and money. When the time comes, I'll be waiting for you to thank me with a pile of such worldly items."

So, she was actually a little money-grubber?

A thought occurred to Luo Junhe, and he made a mental note of her preference.

After the meal, with a thought, Ji Yuntang once again moved Luo Junhe into the sterile operating room within her space.

Luo Junhe was conscious this time. He only felt his body become weightless before landing on something soft, like cotton. He caught a strange, but not unpleasant, scent.

His keen intuition as a martial arts expert told him this was not his Prince Ye's Mansion, but he detected no immediate threat.

Ji Yuntang observed the subtle changes on Luo Junhe's face. She thought to herself, this man has remarkably sharp perception.

She couldn't help but wonder how someone so capable had ended up in his current state.

"Prince Ye, there's no need to be nervous. This place is very safe. It's my secret space; no outsider can find it. I can treat your injuries here without anyone disturbing us."

Luo Junhe pressed his lips into a thin line, his empty gaze accurately locking onto Ji Yuntang's location. "Just... who are you?"

"I am Ji Yuntang, your wife. Don't you already know all this?"

Luo Junhe fell silent, not pressing further. He understood she might not fully trust him yet.

Peerless medical skills, formidable martial arts, possessing items like diapers, underpads, straws, and even making unheard-of delicacies... and now this strange secret space...

The more one dug, the more secrets Ji Yuntang seemed to have. Was she truly the daughter who had lived in the countryside for fifteen years, sent by the Yongning Marquis Estate?

If Ji Nanchuan and his three sons knew that the genuine daughter they had schemed to send as a substitute bride was such an omnipotent and extraordinary woman, he wondered if the whole family would regret it to the point of their guts turning green?

Unaware of Luo Junhe's inner thoughts, Ji Yuntang laid out all the necessary medical tools—scalpel, silver needles, gauze, forceps, iodine, etc.—on the tray before her.

"Your Highness, I need to scrape off the charred flesh on your face now. It might be a bit painful. You'll need to bear it."

Luo Junhe nodded, his expression remaining calm and unruffled. "Miss Ji, don't hesitate. Please, proceed. I can endure this level of pain."

Her treatment methods were unheard of to him, yet for some reason, Luo Junhe felt an inexplicable sense of trust towards her.

He was already a dying man, clinging to life in this world. Having been fortunate enough to encounter her and receive her meticulous care, he was content with whatever the final outcome might be.

Luo Junhe's face looked severely damaged. There was a roughly ten-centimeter-long wound on the left side, a deep, winding knife scar reaching the bone. The right side of his face was severely burned, the flesh connecting to his jaw blackened and charred, with the wounds already festering.

After cleaning the wounds with spiritual spring water, Ji Yuntang carefully used the scalpel to lance the blisters, slowly draining the yellow pus.

Luo Junhe's entire body tensed, his teeth clenched. Soon, beads of sweat densely covered his forehead.

Ji Yuntang gently soothed him, "Prince Ye, if it hurts, you can cry out. No one else can hear you here."

Luo Junhe grunted softly and closed his eyes. "I... can bear it..."

He was a soldier, the War God. Soldiers shed blood and sweat, not tears. The War God might lose skin and flesh, but he would not fall behind.

He hadn't shed a single tear during the great fire three years ago, and he wouldn't shed any now either.

After treating the wounds, Ji Yuntang took a CT scan of Luo Junhe and also drew a tube of blood from his arm for testing.

The report showed extensive damage to the epithelial tissue and skin on his body, but it wasn't completely necrotic, indicating that the skin and flesh on his body and face could still regenerate.

Ji Yuntang was overjoyed. This result was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

As long as they persistently cleaned the wounds daily with spiritual spring water and applied the scar-removing restorative ointment and human epidermal growth factor she had prepared, restoring his appearance wouldn't be difficult.

Seeing her silence, Luo Junhe thought his appearance had frightened Ji Yuntang. He said glumly, "Miss Ji, does my current appearance look very ugly?"

"Not ugly, not ugly at all. I heard from Chen Hu that Prince Ye was once ranked as the number one handsome man in the Dongchen Kingdom, with admirers enough to surround the entire Prince Ye's Mansion. You've only suffered some superficial injuries and lack proper nutrition. Once your body recovers and your appearance is restored, you will surely amaze everyone."

Luo Junhe lowered his gaze, his expression complex. He merely took it as Ji Yuntang comforting him and didn't take it seriously.

Regarding his face, imperial physicians and many renowned physicians in the martial world had said it was impossible to cure. Unless they found the legendary, elusive Ghost Doctor, there might be a sliver of hope.

But the Ghost Doctor roamed the four corners, never settling in one place. He wasn't that easy to find. Luo Junhe had already given up hope.

Seeing his disbelief, Ji Yuntang immediately patted her chest in assurance.

"Prince Ye, don't doubt me. I really can cure your face. Like you, I was also called an ugly woman by others, despised by my family and three brothers, unable to hold my head high anywhere."

"I once thought heaven was unfair for not giving me good looks and wanted to end my life. But now I understand: their dislike is their loss. If they can't stand my face, they can poke out their own eyes. I, Ji Yuntang, live openly and honestly. Why should I care about others' opinions?"

"One lives but once; being happy is what matters. We haven't done anything wrong. There's no need to try to convince those whose minds are not on the same level. Just strive to have a clear conscience."

Once again, Luo Junhe deeply felt the uniqueness of Ji Yuntang's perspective. Such breadth of mind and magnanimity—probably not even half the royal offspring could match her.

"Miss Ji's words today have taught me a lesson, one I will forever remember in my heart."

Ji Yuntang curved her lips. "Not at all, we learn from each other."

After dressing the wounds, she applied the scar-removing restorative ointment to Luo Junhe's face.

However, the green ointment smeared all over his face looked rather strange no matter how one looked at it.

She wanted to laugh but didn't dare, forcing herself to hold it in, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The thought that Luo Junhe would have to apply this ointment for three consecutive months made Ji Yuntang feel somewhat embarrassed...

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