In this somewhat noisy clinic, Xu Lin's gaze was steady and sharp. Having taken in the man's condition at a glance, he felt completely confident.
The wounded man looked thoroughly disheveled, covered in blood and grime like a defeated soldier returning from a brutal battlefield. The bloodstains had long since dried into dark red scabs that clung to his clothes, exuding a chilling and horrifying aura. His arm was bent at an unnatural, twisted angle, hanging loosely in a way that signaled a severe injury.
To anyone untrained in medicine, such a sight would turn them pale with fright. Countless terrifying thoughts would flash through their mind, convincing them that this person was on the verge of death with injuries beyond imagination.
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