After Liang Zhouxian called out Lin Lin's name, he carelessly looked up and said, "I don't know you... what year are you in?"
That was almost an acknowledgment. Liang Zhouxian let out a sigh of relief and said, "I'm a junior, it's normal for you not to know me. I used to play basketball with Zhao Zhenduo and saw you there."
"Oh." Lin Lin nodded and responded indifferently.
Liang Zhouxian sensed his lack of interest and tactfully remained silent.
The garment was ripped off so abruptly that Liang Zhouxian and the doctor then noticed that the wound on his back was indeed serious!
Lines of long, criss-crossing scars that looked like scratch marks and whip wounds marked his skin. The force had been intense, causing his flesh to curl up and mix red with black, which was particularly horrifying.
Such strange and severe wounds made the doctor almost want to call the police.
