Xin Su was undeniably lucky. Though he had been swept down the mountain by a torrent of rain, mud, and rock, and had remained in a coma for three months, his recovery upon waking was excellent, leaving him with almost no lasting complications.
However, the skin on his body and legs was inevitably scarred by large, raw wounds. The blood, mixed with dust and grit, looked horrific, even if the injuries themselves were not life-threatening.
As the nurse cleaned the wounds, Xin Su’s body instinctively tensed. Even though he was still in a semi-conscious haze, the sharp, stinging sensation of iodine seeping into his raw flesh triggered a reflexive reaction.
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