"Pain! So much pain..."
In the special care ward of the First People's Hospital, Lin Xiong gritted his teeth, his face twisted.
Beside him, Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong shivered inwardly; it was too much to bear.
Two burly male nurses held Lin Xiong's arm, applying medicine.
A cotton swab soaked with purple liquid was spread over the charred skin surface.
Like dropping a bowl of water into a hot oil pan, the hardened dead skin crackled, turning into fine powder.
"Fortunately, it's not too serious a problem. Your life force has been suppressed, causing slow recovery. Rest well over the next few days and consume high-energy nutrients."
The male nurse said gruffly.
The deep, thick voice made Lin Xiong, whose arm was tightly held in close proximity, want to cry.
Hospitals in Heng Province, how can the angels in white be like this?
They're all big and burly, more formidable than me!
"Look all tall and sturdy, yet you're crying out in pain? Acting like a woman!"
