At that moment, Chen Shouyi was in a truly miserable state. Apart from his trousers, most of his clothes had been torn away, leaving only a few scraps of cloth hanging from his body. He was almost completely **, and even more horrifyingly, his chest was visibly caved in. Just looking at it made one's scalp crawl.
"Six ribs are broken, and two of them seem to have pierced my internal organs, making it somewhat difficult to breathe." Chen Shouyi carefully felt around his chest for a while, his expression turning grim. This was the most serious injury he had ever suffered—he had almost lost his life.
At that moment, an invisible, mysterious force began rapidly converging here. A trace of coolness appeared in his agonizing wounds, which began healing at a startling speed.
"I can't let them heal like this. My ribs haven't been reset. Otherwise, I'll probably have to break them again and suffer through the pain once more."
Chen Shouyi hesitated, then suddenly gritted his teeth. He raised his sword and aimed the tip at his chest, viciously cutting through the surface muscles and skin until he saw the ghastly ribs beneath. His fingers trembling, he reached deep into his chest and reset the ribs one by one. The intense pain made his whole body tremble as cold sweat poured down him.
The two ribs lodged in his lungs and liver were the most painful.
The agony was so intense it nearly made him faint. He almost cried out, blood constantly spilling from his mouth. Even in the subzero night, beads of sweat as large as beans still slid down his face like rain.
"Damn it!" A feral look flashed across Chen Shouyi's face.
After resetting his ribs, he hurriedly controlled his muscles and skin, closing the