Some of them were on perfect skin, while more of them were covered over many other scars. She had no idea how many injuries this body had been through.
Bai Qingqing couldn't bear to watch. The one on his chest and back, especially, were connected. It was clearly from him having clamped by a scorpion pincer.
It wasn't hard to imagine how dangerous that must have been. If he was slightly careless, he'd have been cut into two pieces.
However, there weren't lethal injuries, so Bai Qingqing didn't call for Harvey. She said, "Remember to go pick some medicine. You'll be able to recover faster after applying the medicine."
Muir hadn't planned on caring about these injuries. He didn't care for such minor injuries at all. He had suffered countless injuries, and, before becoming a stripeless beast, he was almost on the verge of death every day. There wasn't a day when he'd care about the injuries. Other people said that it might be a miracle, but he felt about it this way even more.
