C58 Chapter 58

The wound on his wrist didn't hurt, but the moment the disinfectant came in contact with his wrist, Qian Ye felt pain instead.

The cloth that had almost been dyed red was slowly undone, and the wounds that looked like they had been cut by a blunt weapon were still unkempt and still had traces of blood on them. Even the flesh had almost turned out.

Of course, Qian Ye would not know about this