Welder Zhao's wound was on the edge of his palm, right in front of the web between his thumb and index finger. It was indeed a small wound, as if he had been cut by something sharp. It looked like he had only bled a little. The wound was only two or three centimeters long, and it was not deep.
In addition to this main wound, there were a few unremarkable minor wounds on his fingers.
Under normal circumstances, such a wound would not attract too much attention. Most people would not go to the hospital because of such a wound, let alone a careless person like welder Zhao.
However, it was such a small wound that the skin on both sides of the wound had turned white, and the flesh under the skin had turned slightly black. There were no signs of healing at all.
"Did you get this cut yesterday? How did you get cut? What did you get cut by?" Zhang Zian asked three times.
