The king returned from the war with many injuries. You are the king's personal doctor

He returned to his room and sat on the balcony. I looked at his attractive appearance. He was injured but still strong and tall. His eyes were cold and deadly, strict, an aura fit for a king

You bowed to the king respectfully, and you asked for permission To start treating it

“You can start.”

He's cold and taciturn, but he doesn't hate your gossip