"Bro, what happened to you?"
"I was squashed into a statue with another guy in a front-convex and back-concave position for five days, and this is what happened."
The middle-aged man, wrapped in cloth and tethered to the bed, replied faintly.
Guo Lingyun shuddered at the thought of it.
That's pretty awful.
He turned his head to look at another bed and asked, "Bro, what about you?"
"I'm the other guy."
Xu Teda answered calmly.
Shit, he's so calm.
Guo Lingyun was astonished.
What surprised him even more was that although the former had a front-convex and back-concave posture and the latter a front-concave and back-convex posture, the severity of their injuries were not on the same level.
The middle-aged man known as Master Hong was hardly left with a whole bone in his body, whereas the young Xu Teda's most serious injury was a bruised leg bone—because he had sleepwalked last night and jumped down from the second floor.
