Cordis looked at the wounds of all sizes covering his body. After hesitating for a long while, he asked, "Will these leave scars?"
The doctor nodded.
Cordis visibly deflated, and Gon and Killua, who had stayed beside him the whole time, hurried to comfort him. "Scars are a man's romance!"
No sooner had they said that than the doctor took out a sheet of paper and placed it in front of Cordis.
"You're the ten-thousandth patient to undergo surgery at our hospital. We can offer you a realistic artificial eye."
A rare hint of a smile appeared on Cordis's face. He picked up the contract in front of him and read it for a long time before asking, "Is it free?"
The doctor held up his fingers in the shape of an eight. "We'll give you twenty percent off."
Cordis laughed twice at the doctor, who laughed along with him. Then Cordis tossed the contract back into the doctor's hands.
Gon and Killua hadn't seemed to expect Cordis to refuse. They were just about to persuade him when Cordis cut them off. "Scars are a man's romance."
He pointed at his bandaged right eye and shrugged helplessly. "Let this be a lesson to me."
Seeing that Cordis had refused, the doctor gave him a few precautions and prescribed some medicine before leaving the ward.
Before long, night fell.
Gon and Killua stayed in the ward to keep Cordis company. They knew he had always cared about his appearance, even though he acted as if it didn't bother him much.
But they could see a faint sadness in his eye.
Neither Gon nor Killua knew how to comfort someone whose right eye had been gouged out. All they could do was stay with him, chattering endlessly about the amusing things they