Chapter 5 "Don't call your aunt, sister." The female doctor walked out without looking back. "Seeing that you are old and mature, I admire you very much. Call me a few nice sounds. When you see your back collapse, I can comfort you a few times."

Li Cu stumbled and followed the female doctor to the office. The pain behind him made him feel uncomfortable.

There was no sofa in the office. There was only one bed. The female doctor gave him a wink and he had to sit on it. At this time, he saw the female doctor's brand hanging on Lian's clothes hang.

Liangwan.

"Sister Liang." He asked with the flow. "What department are you in?"

"Are you in charge?" Liang Wan said in a slight Beijing girl, then took out a large envelope from the drawer and handed it to him. "Take it out slowly, don't call again, no matter how strange it is, you have to endure it."

Li Cu nodded, his heart suddenly raised, thinking that it was that exaggerated? Is it that a piece of feces or some kind of graffiti tattoo of Shin-chin, a crayon, on his back?

Anyway, he didn't have to worry about his demeanor when he got the things. He quickly opened the envelope, stretched it in, and touched a few thin pieces of paper, pulled it out, and printed drawings of several color photos.

The moment he pulled it out, he still glanced at the envelope and found that it was not from the hospital. He couldn't help but slow down the speed of pulling it out.

However, even though he was slow, Li Cu was still stunned when he saw the photo. At that moment, he didn't believe it was his own back. But he didn't scream. The picture on the photo firmly attracted his eyes, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. He suddenly realized that it made sense that Liang Wan didn't want him to see it immediately.

These photos were obviously taken on the spot. His back was covered with blood, and the amount of bleeding made him disgusted. He was thinner and had almost no flesh on his back, which made the wounds look even more scary and felt that the bones were all revealed.

But he knew that the wound whistle was actually that deep. If it were that deep, he would definitely not be able to get up and walk now.

If described in detail, there are many things to describe in these wounds, but Li Cu's attention was quickly attracted by the shape composed of all the wounds. Everything else was ignored.

At first glance, he saw the wound on his back, forming a pattern of a hand.

And it is not an ordinary hand. This hand has seven fingers. He saw countless small characters inside the hand pattern. He did not recognize these characters at all because they were too small and many of the strokes were very simple, so they were definitely not Chinese characters.

It is unimaginable what the man did to him after he fell into a coma, and how perverted he could engrave so many small marks on his back.

"Is this person... a pervert?" Li Cu murmured. "Why didn't he just draw the Qingming picture on my back?"

"No, he is definitely not." Liang Wan looked at him with some pity, "You don't know who this person is."
Chapter completed!