Through the thick black cloth, Huang Xiaolong could see very clearly, understanding why Ying Aoshan did not dare to meet him, and the vague excuses of Uncle Yun.
Ying Aoshan's face had been destroyed...
Yes, her once-proud face, beautiful as a fairy tale, was now covered in sores and purplish, bulging pus-filled blisters. Pus seeped out disgustingly.
This face now was no different from the most hideous demon!
The woman who once boasted a beauty that would put even flowers to shame, now reduced to such a state, was truly a sight of despair. Her ability to endure until now and not take her own life demonstrated extraordinary mental fortitude.
Moreover, Huang Xiaolong knew that Ying Aoshan's condition was not due to disease or poisoning. It was...
Meaning, no matter how superior Bian Yizhi's medical skills were, he was helpless, wide-eyed and anxious.
Ying Aoshan's current condition was beyond any cure.
