An old man with white hair, wearing coarse clothes, hurriedly stepped forward to hold his shoulders. "Don't move, don't move, the bones in your body have been dislocated, I've applied some medicinal herbs, you need to rest peacefully, or else you'll suffer a lingering illness, and I'm afraid you'll end up a cripple," he said.
Pei Jinye lay on a bed the size of a wooden plank, which was very hard, and he could clearly feel that there were several cracks and splits on it.
"Thank you... sir. Hiss ah."
When the wound on his shoulder was re-bandaged, Pei Jinye inhaled sharply from the pain.
He was somewhat confused.
What happened to him?
Surely his body hadn't become like this, had it?
Could it be that this transworld journey again involved landing in someone else's body?
[Old Yan, Old Yan, this just isn't fun anymore...]
The raindrops from the roof formed a line.
