The grotesque wounds looked like flowers sculpted from rotting flesh. Pus and blood oozed from them continuously, emitting a foul, ominous stench.
Ji Huan had guessed he was injured, but she never imagined it would be this… this horrifying.
'This pain must be beyond what any normal person could endure.'
'How did he survive this?'
'He's one tough customer…'
As her mind raced, Ji Huan fought back the urge to gag and examined the wounds again.
To avoid a misdiagnosis, this time she physically touched the afflicted areas.
The wounds were stiff, swollen, and surrounded by purple bruises. He couldn't flex or extend his wrist and ankle joints.
His ability to point his toes was limited. There was a noticeable depression at the heel, along with dark purple bruising, and the heel bone had shifted downward.
It was a ruptured tendon, no doubt about it.
