When Su Yingxue arrived at the cell, she smelled a stench. It was emitted by the fugitive's body. It was probably because his wound had not been treated for many days. The smell of blood carried the smell of pus from the wound.
Su Yingxue tossed aside a few boards and proceeded to examine him.
"You have multiple fractures all over your body. Your legs and arms are completely broken. Yet, you managed to walk to the clinic. A true hero, you are." Su Yingxue smiled helplessly.
This was probably the most troublesome patient she had ever had since she took over the clinic.
She removed his clothes and washed him with spring water, finally seeing his skin's true color.
His wheat-colored skin indicated a disciplined martial artist. Numerous scars adorned his body, some from old injuries.
Su Yingxue realigned his bones, securing his limbs with wooden boards before treating the wounds.
