Xu Xiangbei extended his fingers, gently pressing the old man's pulse, feeling his hand bones as hard as iron, as if pressing on a stone.
"Let me first check your pulse and see what kind of acupuncture is suitable for you."
After checking the pulse, Xu Xiangbei lifted Kalia's clothes and saw his body covered in scars, a sight that was both shocking and sobering.
Besides the knife wounds and gunshots about a finger's length on his body, some had been outlined into tattoos. There was a circular scar on his lower back, resembling a gorilla's face, charred black, evidently a branding mark.
A prominent scar under the ribs looked like a mountain range, a long, crimson knife scar rendering his body practically devoid of unmarred skin.
They were like the devil's imprints eternally etched on Kalia's body, engraved in his life.
