The medical bay hummed, a low, constant thrum that was soothing. The soft, diffused light, designed to minimize glare and maximize comfort, reflected off Xiang Yu smooth skin, highlighting the delicate tracery of medical probes clinging to his chest. He sat shirtless. He appeared relaxed despite the setting.
Lian who was sitting on the edge of a chrome bench, couldn't contain his curiosity. "Master, you look like you just came from a fight."
Mei smacked Lian's hand. "Don't be rude."
"What? It's the truth!" Lian yelped, rubbing her hand. "He looks like he got pinched... a lot." She gestured vaguely at the small, red marks left by a certain mosquito.
Xiang Yu chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Perhaps I did... get pinched a lot." He wasn't about to elaborate on the rigorous training regimen he and Han Xin had.
