The young marshal said shamelessly, “It hurts.”
Little White’s heart ached even more. He had been stitched up so many times, how painful was that!
His hand gently touched the scar. “Then what should we do?”
Little White looked at the young marshal for help. The nervousness and concern in his eyes were so obvious. The young Marshal’s heart was filled with joy!
“Go find the butler to get some scar-removing medicine and rub it on me.”
Little White was stunned. “Major General, did you say something wrong? Shouldn’t it be pain-relieving medicine? Why would it be scar-removing medicine?”
After being questioned, the major general’s face did not turn red. He continued to lie with his eyes wide open, “This little bit of pain, you can just grit your teeth and endure it. As a soldier, every wound is a glory. Scar-removing is because I’m afraid that mom will be sad when she sees it.”
