Zhao Yunlu, an elite, used his large hands to support the arms of a patient who was complaining of a splitting headache. The patient felt as though every single hair was irritating his scalp, and he wished he could pull them out one by one just to stop the itching.
Zhao Yunlu glanced around and noticed that the man's problems went far beyond his scalp and hair. Even his back was covered in a mass of foul-smelling abscesses that continuously oozed blood and pus. The whitish pus trickled out from the disgusting sores, looking just like milk—except that this milk was enough to make anyone lose their appetite for the entire day.
Zhao Gonglu, however, was unfazed. He had seen things far more disgusting than this.
Chapter 155