River State First Hospital.
Forsythia Brown rolled up the pant leg of her injured leg and carefully checked it.
"Goodness... it's a complete mess."
The large abrasion resulted in bacterial infection. Even if Josh Levs was a miracle doctor, some areas of her flesh had been scraped away significantly. There were also frostbitten areas that were red, black, and green, looking like rotten flesh.
There wasn't a single good-looking spot on her entire leg.
This was almost as bad as disfigurement.
In the future, she wouldn't be able to wear skirts anymore.
Even though she wasn't a big fan of skirts, due to the long-term need to attend banquets, she had to wear evening gowns.
Forsythia looked gloomily at her battered leg, "No wonder you didn't allow me to look." He didn't want her to feel heartbroken.
Which woman truly doesn't care about her appearance?
"What's not allowed to be seen?"
A tall and thin figure entered as he spoke.
