The temperature in the clinic was set slightly high.
The young boy's face showed indifference as he hung his head low, his eyelashes drooping, his upper body naked and silent.
Pale skin, a frail body.
It still bore healing scabs from wounds that hadn't fully mended.
Not just these injuries, but also various marks of bruising all over.
Many of them clearly had been accumulating over the years, almost too difficult to determine when they had occurred.
Moreover, the perpetrator was clever, only inflicting harm on the chest, back and lower body, sparing the shoulders. Once he put on his clothes, unless someone lifted them, the multitude of wounds underneath were nearly invisible.
By the end of the examination, everyone's expression had turned grim.
Fan Xun had calmed down by now. His assistant had provided him with warm clothes on arrival, and he was slowly pulling them over his body.
"Let's go outside, your cousin is waiting for you."
