"Maybe it's just an illusion. We'll know once we check." Yao Shunyu's tone held an unusual stubbornness. "Brother Wang, do you remember where the person you saw in your daze touched you?"
The Fatty seemed to realize something, too. He looked at the doctor, seeking confirmation. After all, the doctor was the person he trusted most.
Jiang Cheng said calmly, "I didn't go anywhere. Li Bai and Yao Shunyu were right beside me. You can ask them."
Hearing the doctor's words, the Fatty suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't need the doctor to explain or produce evidence. He trusted the doctor completely; all he needed was for him to say yes or no.
Even if the doctor was lying, it had to be because Li Bai and Yao Shunyu were there. The Fatty understood completely.
But from what he knew of the doctor, it seemed the latter was taking this seriously, too.
The Fatty thought carefully, then pointed to a spot just below his shoulder. In an uncertain tone, he said, "I think... I think it was here. I'm not sure, I just... just have that feeling."
Yao Shunyu looked at Jiang Cheng first. Only after Jiang Cheng gave no objection did he cautiously suggest that the Fatty take off his shirt. The Fatty looked to Jiang Cheng for permission, and Jiang Cheng nodded.
Perhaps sensing the awkwardness, Li Bai tried to smooth things over. "You don't have to take it all off. Just lift your shirt."
As the Fatty turned his back to them and slowly lifted his shirt, exposing most of his back, Jiang Cheng, Yao Shunyu, and Li Bai's expressions changed in an instant.
At the spot Wang Fugui had indicated, there was a handprint.
It was a left hand.
It wasn't the sort of pitch-black,