Li Tian's current mood could only be described in two words.
During this period of time, it could be said that he had tasted all kinds of things and finally won himself a body full of injuries.
"Yes, yes, yes ... It's this ... It hurts ... It hurts ..."
Li Tian sat on the bed as Lin Yi massaged his wounds. His entire back was swollen, and his skin had turned dark purple, which was a sign of blood clots.
Internal injuries were more difficult to recuperate from, but for external injuries, the ghost king had a pile of medicine. In short, he was lucky to not die.
Li Tian's body was made of iron, and every inch of his skin had been injured at least a few times.
Lin Yi was giving Li Tian medicine, but she didn't know if she had used too much force or if she had done it on purpose, but he was in pain.
Lin Yi rolled her eyes. She had never seen him call out like this before when they were removing the bullets.
