Xia Xian was afraid to make his mother worry, so he only told her his shoulder hurt, but the truth was, the wound on his shoulder was far more terrifying than she could imagine.
In border areas like that, getting injured was just part of life; even the most glamorous bosses, once they got home and took off their clothes, were hardly without several harrowing scars.
At first, Xia Xian didn't think much of it, but later, when his injury got worse, he considered getting some ointment to apply.
As it turned out, after just over a week of application, it really healed.
It was practically miraculous.
Now, he could wave his arms without any discomfort at all.
It's just a pity that the medicine bottle didn't have anything written on it—forget about a brand name, it didn't even have a production date or expiration date.
He had intended to ask his mother about the brand of the ointment so he could buy it himself, but what she said next almost made him fall down the airplane stairs.
