"Hu~" "Hu~"
Song Zuo's left hand was firmly pressed against his neck, covered in blood, yet an ugly smile squeezed onto that chicken-skin-like old face.
"Thought I was a goner this time..."
The bullet had grazed his major artery, pierced through the skin, and exited without hitting bone or nerve, but for an ordinary person, the heavy bleeding was still a potentially fatal injury.
But Song Zuo was an anomaly.
The viscous blood dripped down the bark and soon stuck to the tree, not resembling blood at all but giving off a tar-like sticky texture instead.
...
"The skin ulceration caused by the precipitation of blood toxins isn't fatal, but your blood plasma protein content is over a hundred and sixty times that of an average patient with hyper-viscosity syndrome, arteriosclerosis, thrombosis, cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction... Wow! Old man, how have you managed to live till now?"
