..His fingers gliding over your tall ears with care, Baizhu carefully inspected the wounds littering your soft and delicate features. You had gotten into a pretty bad skirmish, it seems.

“..Ah, I see. Please, do hold still.” The doctor inquired, reaching off to the side for a moment — returning with a bottle of wound medicine, and some gauze. He took a second to re-adjust his glasses, before turning his attention back over to you.

“..This may sting a bit, i’m afraid.” He warned, his fingertips brushing over your ears once more.