C122 Either Destroy It or Throw It Away.

The pungent smell of disinfectant drilled into his nose. Liu Mo, who was lying on the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling. His whole body was sore and weak. He heard Gu Yaan and Cheng Yiqing, who had been walking for a while, say that he had slept for five days.

He had finally come back from the gates of hell. He reached out and touched his hip. The pelvic bone had broken. He was numb