"...I'll remember this gift of yours forever."
Fu Qian's renewed display of an optimistic approach to medicine had clearly touched his former consultation partner deeply.
The dignity he'd maintained up until then dissolved in an instant. Olyntel's face twisted with emotion, and his voice was already edged with gritted teeth.
"Think nothing of it. A scar is a man's badge of honor. I'm just as pleased to see you grow."
Fu Qian sighed and waved a hand, indicating that there was no need to take it too much to heart.
"My handiwork isn't bad, right? I didn't even nick your cornea."
The next moment, he even looked his work up and down and praised it.
This wasn't baseless self-congratulation.
Though that punch, the Frostbound Heartbreaker, had been improvised, his control of its force, the precision of its angle, and the cleanliness of the debridement had all reached the pinnacle of surgical skill.
As for the effect on his patient's dignity, Fu Qian had never thought that, by the Celestial Cult's standards, the injury he'd inflicted with that slap was any problem.
As he'd said earlier, the key had always been the trace of Dimensional Poison within it.
The most ordinary outcome he'd imagined before coming here was that after treatment, Olyntel would regain the half of his face he'd lost, but be left with a wound that would bleed forever.
What he saw before him was the exact opposite.
Not only had the damaged flesh remained unrepaired, the traces of Dimensional Poison had been completely erased.
It was unexpected, but still perfectly easy to understand: once the Dimensional Poison had been treated, Olyntel had insisted on keeping his face as it was.
As for why, anyone could have guessed. Heartbreak made people want to live or die all the time.