At that moment, I stared at Zhang Yuchen lying on the bed in shock.
Around his bandaged chest, thick, blood-red veins had suddenly bulged up.
Several of them were especially thick, extending outward from the area over his heart on the left side of his chest.
They spread upward to the veins in his neck, downward across his abdomen, and sideways beneath his armpits.
Besides those thick, blood-red veins, countless tiny blood vessels branched out around them, densely intertwined.
And with Zhang Yuchen's breathing, the veins even changed color.
Black, then white. It looked extraordinarily bizarre.
I had never seen anything like it.
At a glance, it looked like a giant spiderweb growing across Zhang Yuchen's body—terrifying and chilling.
Even varicose veins had nothing on the bulging vessels across Zhang Yuchen's chest.
Something was wrong. This was absolutely not normal.
This definitely wasn't an ordinary illness. It had to be some kind of evil affliction.
With my current knowledge, I still couldn't tell what had gotten into Zhang Yuchen.
Hearing my shout, Mao Jing hurried into the room as well.
"What's wrong? What happened to Zhang Yuchen?"
As he spoke, Mao Jing rushed in from outside.
The moment he saw Zhang Yuchen in the room, his expression changed drastically, his face filled with shock.
Seeing Mao Jing enter, I hurriedly asked, "Mao Jing, what's going on with Zhang Yuchen?"
Mao Jing did not answer right away. He quickly stepped up to Zhang Yuchen's side.
Zhang Yuchen was still "sleeping peacefully," his breathing even. Judging only by his complexion and breathing, there seemed to be nothing wrong.
Even the yang fire on his body remained stable.
Yet who would have thought such a drastic change had appeared on his body...
Mao Jing's expression turned grave. He put away the Peachwood Sword