Gu Qiqi's eyebrow lifted as she looked towards the beds in astonishment.
She could distinctively see that Zhu Fen had hideous wounds on her back that looked badly mangled. It seemed as if countless glass fragments had pierced through her entire body and pulled out subsequently.
Zhu Fen's wounds were over 100 times more serious than those small cuts on her shoulders yesterday.
While Gu Xuexue, on the left, was even worse.
Her arms and legs were all attached with splints. They had most likely been fractured.
But the worst wound was on her forehead. To be honest, it wouldn't be a big deal if it had been sewn together with a cosmetic thread.
But she didn't know which incompetent doctor had sutured it—it was all crooked like a centipede.
Even if it healed in the future, she would still end up disfigured.
As Gu Qiqi studied the disastrous wounds on Gu Xuexue, she couldn't help curving her lips slightly and laughing silently.
