"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured."
The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now.
Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands.
Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies...
That was probably what I looked like now.
When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth.
When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face.