"Me too, Mr. Xavier. I have a scar on my leg."
Tang Xiao'nan stuck out her plump, pale little leg, pointing to a row of dark scars. They were from mosquito bites, but these were mountain mosquitos, whose bites were particularly nasty. She had scratched them open, and it had taken over two weeks to heal, leaving marks behind. Now that there was a good remedy available, she naturally wanted to use it.
Clayton Xavier's smile grew even warmer. "Of course," he said gently. "I'll mix up a special scar-fading ointment for you."
The Seven Snow Ointment was specifically for burns, but his grandmother had later developed an improved version—a dedicated scar-fading ointment that worked very well. A little mosquito bite scar like Tang Xiao'nan's was a trivial issue.
"I'll also mix some mosquito repellent for you. Apply it, and the mosquitos won't bite," Clayton Xavier added thoughtfully.
"Thank you, Mr. Xavier! You're amazing."
