"Your scar isn't completely healed yet."
Jack Brooks leaned in, examining Claire Lynch's flawless cheek with a critical, professional eye.
"The epidermis and the dermis have regenerated, which is why it looks perfect on the surface. But the subcutaneous tissue... the deeper layers where the toxin settled... they haven't fully repaired. The qi flow is still a bit stagnant there."
Jack nodded to himself. "Keep applying the medicine for another ten days. That should root out the last of the poison."
He picked up a napkin, wiped the grease from the turkey leg off his mouth, and tossed it into a nearby trash can with a perfect three-point arc.
Satisfied, he turned to Wayne Hughes, who was standing frozen on the stage, his face a mask of shock and humiliation.
"Young Master Wayne," Jack sa
