Chapter Thirty-Three: Scars

"Hey! What are you doing?" Lu Hao suddenly grabbed her arm. Her arm was slender and radiant, adorned with an emerald bracelet that looked exceptionally beautiful.

At this moment, Miss Shang's face was flushed with agitation, her beautiful eyes turbulent with emotion. "You... why did you sew a piece of pigskin onto my leg?"

Lu Hao replied, "Then let me ask you a question: would you prefer to have a scar on your leg? And not just any scar, but a particularly ugly one."

She found it unbearable. "But what does pigskin have to do with it?"

Sometimes, the way a woman's mind works is simply baffling.

She had just been snatched back from the jaws of death; naturally, her life should have been her main concern.

Yet she fixated on whether her skin was now pigskin, not even asking Lu Hao about her own condition.

Lu Hao nodded. "Of course it matters."

"If it weren’t for the pigskin from this little pig, you would definitely have a scar on your thigh in the future. Even if you went to the best skin restoration clinic in Korea, it would be the same."

"They can only fix problems with skin that’s already there—they can’t solve the problem of having no skin at all."

Upon hearing this, the breathtakingly beautiful Miss Shang suddenly burst into tears. "If I have to live my whole life with this piece of pigskin on my leg, I’d rather die."

Lu Hao was taken aback. "Miss Shang, isn’t your life more important than pigskin? I really don’t understand your thinking."

"You… you’re infuriating!" The usually mature, composed, and cool Miss Shang seemed to lose all reason before Lu Hao.

"Now, take this pigskin off my leg! I’d rather have a scar!" Miss Shang grabbed Lu Hao’s clothes in agitation.

Immediately, the people from Shang Corporation hurried over to intervene.

After all, with no ambulance yet in sight, it was Lu Hao who had saved Miss Shang’s life. His medical skills clearly surpassed everyone present.

Therefore, what Lu Hao said had to be right.

Even if it was their own heiress, they wouldn’t take her side.

"President Shang, perhaps it’s best not to worry about that for now. If it can be sewn on, it can be taken off. What’s more important is how you’re feeling inside. Are you still in pain?"

"Do you feel any discomfort in your internal organs?" Mr. Zheng, standing nearby, asked anxiously.

He had no other choice. His whole family’s livelihood depended on Miss Shang—he earned over a million a year. If anything happened to Miss Shang while she was under his care, after leaving Shang Corporation, where else could he find a job like this?

"You’re crazy! Zheng Xiong, whose side are you on? Instead of helping me scold this doctor, you’re actually defending him?" Miss Shang was furious.

As she stood up, her natural air of authority instantly subdued all the employees of Shang Corporation present. No one dared to speak.

It was clear that in daily life, President Shang was extremely strict with them.

Just then, Lu Hao’s voice suddenly rang out.

"You are now my patient."

"I order you to lie back down at once. Don’t force me to make you!"

"And who do you think you are..." Miss Shang shot Lu Hao a glare, ready to lash out.

That was how she kept her subordinates in check at the company. Keeping Lu Hao in line should have been a trivial matter.

Yet, to her surprise, the next moment, she was swept up and carried through the air.

"Ah! Put me down! Right now!"

The one holding her, of course, was Lu Hao.

The moment his hands touched her soft, flawless skin, he felt as if he were holding a bowl of milk.

Why hadn’t he noticed this sensation during the surgery just now? Lu Hao wondered to himself.

Lu Hao’s hands were steady, robust, and powerful—the kind of hands women sometimes prefer to delicate, slender ones.

So when Lu Hao touched Miss Shang, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through her, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

"Now, I’m forcibly putting you back on the bed. You’ll stay there until the ambulance comes, and then you’ll be taken to a big hospital for further examination to see if any further treatment is needed."

"If you keep struggling, your wound could split open and you might die, do you understand?" Lu Hao said sternly, his brows knitted.

"I should never have saved you, only to have you act up now."

At the mention of death, everyone—including Miss Shang—dared not argue anymore.

As Lu Hao set Miss Shang back on the bed, the pain from her wound was so sharp that she didn’t dare struggle further.

She quieted down, as meek as a little white rabbit.

No matter how forceful or meticulous a woman is at work, no matter how strict she is with her subordinates, when she is badly hurt and lying in a hospital bed, her inner vulnerability inevitably surfaces.

From a piece of hard iron, she became as soft as cotton.

And Lu Hao was just the kind of steel man who could press down on that cotton at the right moment.

"You… What will happen to the pigskin on my leg?" Miss Shang looked at Lu Hao’s serious face and felt a tremor in her heart.

She hadn’t expected that a doctor from a rural clinic could be so handsome.

"Don’t worry. This pigskin has been specially treated by me. In just three days, it will both protect your thigh from infection and help new skin grow."

"Pay attention: I’ve put medicinal herbs under the pigskin, and the method is very specific. Don’t let anyone else touch it, or you could risk a serious infection in your thigh."

Lu Hao spoke with gravity.

"Alright, I understand. So, this pigskin on my leg can be removed, right?" She looked at Lu Hao earnestly.

Lu Hao nodded. "Of course. This is simply an ancient method of skin treatment, not something meant to harm. In the end, the patient’s new skin will grow back."

"As soon as three days, or as long as seven, come find me and I’ll remove the pigskin for you. Just don’t let anyone else do it, or else—"

"Alright, I understand." Miss Shang blinked, and her emotions suddenly calmed.

Moreover, her gaze toward Lu Hao now carried a hint of something different.

"Doctor, thank you for saving me. I was a bit emotional just now—please don’t be angry. I feel much better now, not so tired, more energetic," she said.

"That’s good. Saving patients is my duty. For your further condition, you’ll need to go to a large hospital for tests."

"And what about these branches?" She looked at the awkwardly placed branches splinted on her legs and arms.