Hearing Rowan's words that were stronger than herself, Priscilla trembled, and then suddenly burst out of mocking laughter: "Heh, you know what, you are the thirty-second person to say this, and those of your predecessors are now all running away like lost dogs after seeing my face and even entering my room, so, please don't talk big, okay, I don't want to see you people who talk a lot again, understand!" ”

Listening to Priscilla's sarcastic words of despair, Rowan was silent for a while, and then he gently pressed Priscilla's shoulder and said, "Indeed, ordinary people, and even most people in the world will have disgust and rejection after seeing your face and even smelling the pus in the pustule on your face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, you must remember that Priscilla, I, Rowan, am a true physician, and although the main profession is not this, I am not lacking in the heart of a physician who only sees the patient and has no ideas about himself or others.

So, Priscilla, you don't see an ugly and stinking woman in my eyes, as others do, but an ordinary girl who is suffering from illness and suffering, and you need healing instead of malicious rejection, please trust me, I will save you, Priscilla. Barrière! ”

After hearing Rowan's words, Priscilla's body trembled even more violently after Rowan touched his shoulder, and then slowly calmed down, but there was still a slight tremor, only to hear her say a little self-deprecatingly: "Save me, heh, you are the only person I have said this to me since I was a child, from the clansmen of the family to die one after another, wealth and power are all concentrated on me, there will never be a person like you who treats me as an ordinary girl around me."

Well, since you've said that, then I'll show you my disgusting face now, hehehe, I hope you can really have the heart of a healer as you say. ”

With that, Priscilla's hands were slowly removed from her face, and her head slowly lifted, finally exposing her face completely to Rowan's eyes.

I saw that Priscilla's face was filled with all kinds of pus, large and small, and the blue-black toad-like disgusting keratin almost covered all the skin on her face except for the facial features and pus, and her facial features were also distorted because of the relationship between the pustules and the swollen face and keratin, one large and one small red eyes, swollen nose, crooked mouth, this face that should have been a young girl turned out to be a monster like a monster in the Cthulhu mythos.

Looking at the ugly and disgusting face, Rowan sighed slightly, his eyes were full of pity and sadness, and then he gently stroked Priscilla's long orange hair and said, "It's really hard for you, Priscilla, don't worry, I will definitely cure you." ”

Looking at Rowan's eyes without a trace of disgust and rejection, listening to Rowan's words full of pity and sadness, Priscilla's nose was sore, and the grievances accumulated in her heart completely exploded, and then two clear tears slowly flowed out of the corners of her eyes, and she threw herself into Rowan's arms and cried loudly.

Looking at the sad Priscilla in her arms, Rowan gently stroked her long, silky orange hair, soothing her heart that was about to be enveloped in despair.

Time passed slowly, Priscilla's crying gradually disappeared, and then her beautiful voice with a hint of crying came out of Rowan's arms: "Your name is Rowan, right, although I already know that your heart is indeed a healer's heart as you say, but I also know that my illness is basically similar to a terminal illness, even if it is cured in the future, my appearance will become extremely ugly, so, Rowan, please go, I will tell Sierra to pay for your consultation." ”

With that, Priscilla struggled to get up from Rowan's arms and walked slowly in the direction of the big bed.

However, Rowan did not just let the girl go, he grabbed the girl's fair and delicate arm, and said solemnly: "No, I, Rowan have always been true to my word, since I have said that I will heal you and save you, I will definitely cure you completely, so, please believe me once, Priscilla. Miss Barrière! ”

Priscilla, who was grabbed by the wrist, paused when she heard Rowan's words, but she didn't turn her head, only heard her whisper: "Yes, then okay, it doesn't matter if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness again anyway, I have long since I don't have any hope of healing my appearance, since you have to try, and you are a bit interesting as a person, then I will let you heal once, but you only have one chance, if you can't be cured, please take the money and leave here." ”

After saying that, Priscilla turned around and walked directly to the place where the dining table was, found a soft chair and sat down, then looked at Rowan and said, "Okay, didn't you say that you wanted to cure me, let's start." After speaking, she clasped her hands on her chest and looked at Rowan quietly.

At this time, Rowan noticed Priscilla's outfit at this time, wearing a pink silk opaque suspender and hip nightdress, and the most embarrassing thing for Rowan was not the girl's clothes, but her somewhat oversized bust.

Rowan coughed a little embarrassed, then shook off the distractions in his mind, straightened his face, came to the soft chair next to Priscilla and sat down, and then said to Priscilla without squinting, "Please Miss Priscilla put her wrist on the table." ”

Looking at Rowan's non-squinting appearance after glancing at herself, Priscilla looked at her body with some doubts, and then she found that because of the action of hugging her chest just now, her capital-rich bust was revealed, and then a slight red seemed to appear on Priscilla's disgusting face, and she coughed a little embarrassedly, and then said to Rowan: "Ahem, okay, but I said that you have already called me Priscilla directly, and now you call me by honorific titles, I don't recognize this as respect for me." ”

After hearing Priscilla's words, Rowan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Priscilla meant, he smiled and said, "I understand, I'll call you Priscilla in the future, and you can just call me Rowan too." With that, he closed his eyes and placed his right hand lightly on Priscilla's wrist.

And Priscilla also squeezed out a smile, and then quietly looked at Rowan's serious and serious face, waiting for Rowan's next move.