Liu Wensheng's back was covered in dense scars, or more accurately, scar tissue.
Qi Yu had once seen patients who had experienced fires, whose burned skin looked just like this, swollen and wrinkly.
She had never imagined that someone as skilled in martial arts as Liu Wensheng would bear such marks.
Had he been ambushed or harmed by someone?
This was not what she should be thinking about right now. She solemnly dressed him, turned him over, and adjusted to a new position to apply the needles.
Although these scars seemed to be old, this maniac might have enjoyed self-harm, continuing to cut into them whenever he felt like it.
The bloody scars interwoven with the old made a sight that could faint someone with trypophobia.
She treated him as she would any ordinary patient, pulling out the silver needles and then flipping him over.
She picked out several herbs she had collected at the back of Tuyun Village a few days ago, crushed them, and applied them to his skin.
