No Scratch Allowed

"Your Majesty, it fine, young master Chen even worse than this, and I still can treat it with an ointment, let alone my wound"

"What's a minor injury? For every inch of the wound on your body is also a wound for me, what if it leave scars? These smooth hands, ouch, you are so careless."

While ChenMing was restraining himself, he winced in pain from the blisters on his hands but why did the Crown Prince have to call a healer just for such abrasions? Isn't it too much? When he was about to stand up BeiYau already sat in front of him, grabbed another piece of clean cotton, and applied the ointment very carefully to the wound.

"Young Master, how did you get this injury? Let me check"