Edited,Trigger Warning: Scenes depicting vomiting. Emetophobics please exercise caution.
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Slowly, Li Xinyuan's eyes raked over the Crown Prince's bloodstained clothes, golden irises flicking up and down his person whilst keeping his smile. Internally though, his stomach rolled, a nauseating dizziness blurring his vision every other second.
The combination of feverishness with the repugnant musk of blood did the wounded doctor no favours, and yet, he did not have the heart to ask Liu Mingyun to leave. He must have returned recently, perhaps stopped by the Heavenly Demon's tent to report the success of the assignment too.
He watched — with as rapt of an attention as he could focus whilst feigning well-being — the Prince's face gain a rosy tinge visible even in the minimal light as he looked away, feeling his heart soften. The wholly unsubtle bags under the young Crown Prince's eyes made the surgeon's chest tighten, a dawning sense of discomfort unfurling cold in his stomach.
