The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

If this leaves scars, it would look terrible.

In summer, she wouldn’t be able to wear short sleeves, but long sleeves would be too hot.

Also, she isn’t married yet. When it’s time to wear a wedding dress for photos, it would definitely look ugly.

Fan Rou was almost in tears.

"Well, the wound is too deep, there will be some scars, but they can be removed."

As long as she recovers well, if her body can handle it, the scars can be removed.

It’s just a matter of how well her body recovers.

"Can all the scars be removed?" Fan Rou was still a bit worried.

"It depends on the specifics, but you have some shallow wounds that won’t leave scars. As for the deeper ones, we will try to lighten them as much as possible so that even if they can’t be completely removed, they won’t be too noticeable."

"Oh, that’s good then."

As long as they’re not too ugly, it’s fine. Just looking at herself now, she was really shocked.

"Well, we’ll be leaving now. If you need anything, ring the bell," the doctor said politely.

"Oh, thank you, doctor." Fan Rou replied courteously.

The doctor had a good impression of both her and Ye Ranran. These two were not at all pretentious and didn’t speak arrogantly.

On the contrary, they asked questions earnestly and humbly and were willing to listen to anything being said to them.

To put it plainly, they lacked the arrogant demeanor typical of ordinary wealthy or powerful families.

Such people had become very rare.

After the doctor left, Lan Shao came in after a while, probably after talking to the doctor for a bit.

Due to the fresh scabs, the blood streaks in Fan Rou’s wound were still visible.

One arm, with untouched white skin and red and pink mixed in at the wounded areas, had three different colors, looking particularly tangled.

Lan Shao gently touched it: "Does it still hurt?"

"It’s okay, it’s all scabbed over, so it doesn’t hurt much."

Fan Rou was rather optimistic; after going through so much, she was still alive, and there was someone by her side.

She already felt very content.

Lan Shao, however, felt a deep ache for her, but there was nothing he could do to share her burden.

"I’ll take care of you from now on and will not let you suffer," he promised her.

Fan Rou smiled wryly: "Oh? You better keep your word, don’t lie to me, or the consequences will be serious."

He should know she’s not someone who is particularly kind-hearted.

"Yeah, I’ll keep my word. By the way, do you want some fruit?"

"No, I want to rest for a bit. You should rest too."

In the future, all her food would be specially made at the hospital, so he wouldn’t need to go out to get it for her anymore.

Actually, she didn’t particularly want to sleep, but with him taking care of her day and night, only when she lay down would he take a rest.

So, even though she wanted to sit up, she lied.

When Qin An came, Fan Rou was lying there with eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

On her neck were two intersecting whip marks, through which the blood flowed, with her blood vessels clearly visible, creating a terrifying sight.

Qin An’s gaze tightened slightly.

Hearing footsteps, Fan Rou slightly propped up her upper body, and Qin An quickly helped her up: "Not lying dead anymore?"

"You’re the one lying dead," Fan Rou glanced at him, "Why did you come empty-handed? Checking if I’m dead yet?"

"Yeah, I heard the news of your death, so I hurried over to collect your body."

"Get lost." Fan Rou rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

Qin An sat on the bed, looking at her body covered in wounds, his brow furrowing: "With so many injuries, even if they heal, they’ll leave a lot of scars, right? So ugly."