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@krxwonho He is holding a basket. There is medicine inside, but he can’t tell since he has been given those and told to follow one of the guards. He has been asking himself what the hell is going on ever since he found himself with a different face and a few missing body parts. He is definitely not over that yet.
The door is opened and the man moves back, allowing him to go inside while he bows respectfully. Kyungsoo noticed how no one seems to look him in the eye, so whoever that man who’s body he’s occupying is, he must be important in there. Inwardly, Kyungsoo likes that development, even in that god forsaken place and age.
He is supposed to help someone with their wounds. Nothing too serious, they say, their ego may be more bruised than their body is. It’s a relief, of course, he just hopes that in addition to being an eunuch, he is not a doctor as well or he will be increasing the mortality rate in that land faster than a plague would. He goes inside, watches the door being closed behind him and mentally prepares to be the best actor to ever exist so that the unknown man laying on the bed doesn’t suspect him.
“I am here to tend to your wounds, sir. May I look over them?”