Ye Chen lay quietly in the room. He had grown numb to the pain in his body. He had been slashed with a knife in Chang'an City before, and today a tiger had chewed on him. Neither kind of pain was something an ordinary person could endure.
But Ye Chen had survived both ordeals, so he wasn't as sensitive to pain anymore. Even so, he hoped that if something like this happened again, he wouldn't get hurt.
That pain really is hard to bear, Ye Chen thought, still shaken by the sight of the tiger chewing on him.
Just as the pain stopped bothering Ye Chen, another sensation slowly crept over him. Suddenly, his body began to itch.
With great effort, he pulled his clothes away and looked at his mangled wounds. The itching was coming from there.
Ye Chen felt as though countless ants were crawling over his wounds. The sensation was agonizing, and the itch seemed to burrow deep into his bones. He wanted nothing more than to reopen the wounds.
But Ye Chen knew he couldn't do that. He'd experienced this kind of itching before. It meant his wounds were healing. His previous injuries hadn't been this severe, so they hadn't itched this much.
His wounds healed quickly, but that rapid healing only made Ye Chen itch more and more. He could hardly stand it, and could only lightly scratch himself.
But scratching through his clothes did nothing to relieve him. He wanted to reach into the wounds and scratch them directly.
Still, Ye Chen knew he couldn't. His wounds were healing, and putting his hand inside them would slow the process. All he could do was endure it.
Just as Ye Chen's body was itching unbearably, Liu Boqin came in from outside with Tang Sanzang. Seeing