Julian acted quickly, pushing the person away from me before standing protectively in front of me.
"I mean no harm; I was just looking at her face," the stranger said.
"My face? Why did she touch my face?" I placed my hands on my cheeks and stood up.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Julian groaned, ready to drag her out of the room but pausing at her words.
"I'm a traditional doctor. I can heal your face," she replied.
Hearing her words, I moved closer. "What did you just say?"
Julian also stepped back, appearing curious.
"I'm a traditional doctor," she reiterated.
"No, not that part. You said you could heal me. How?"
"Your face; I know why you look like this. You're not old, but your skin appears aged and wrinkled," she explained. "I saw you at the restaurant with my daughter. Forgive me for intruding; I just wanted a closer look. I've confirmed it; I can leave now." She turned to go, but I touched her, stopping her.