Medical Concubine Chenghuang

Chapter 183 Whose Blood Is This
Granny Meng's fingers eased a few times, they were soft and smooth, and they didn't look like they were disabled at all.

"This hand was bloody and bloody at the time, it was almost broken... only a little bit of skin was connected..."

Her expression was extremely indifferent, not at all as if she was telling her history of bloody injuries.

"Miss, do you know what was the first thought that popped into my mind at that time?"

Yunbei shook his head quietly: "What?"

"Looking at the severed hand, I suddenly understood a sentence...Leaving a whole body...Why are so many people not afraid of death, but afraid of their own bones...Because they don't want to die, No more regrets..."

Yunbei's eyes sank slightly, "Who hurt you?"

Meng Po laughed suddenly, raised her hand and flicked her wrist, which suddenly made a crisp "click".

This is the sound of the switch opening.

"It's me!"

"yourself?!"

How much courage does a person have to have the heart to hurt himself like that.

Granny Meng loosened the iron ring with her hands, and a shocking scar instantly fell into Yunbei's eyes.

The scars on her wrists were weird, crooked, and the bones looked deformed.

"I chopped this wrist myself..." There was a bit more desolation in Meng Po's words: "One knife...then another...however, my left hand is weak, so I chopped it four times, and I didn't wait for my hand to be chopped off. !"

Ordinary people want to self-mutilate, the first cut is already painful, and if they can't do it, they will be cruel to cut the second time.

However, a weak woman like Meng Po cut her hand four times, which meant that at that time, her heart was ashamed and she had nothing to love.

Only those who are completely heartbroken don't care about their physical pain.

What's more, some people can find the pleasure of relief in this kind of pain.

Yunbei's eyes sharply turned towards Po Meng, and he tilted his head slightly, his pupils shrinking.

"Are you... punishing yourself?"

Just like the ascetics in the monastery, they will adopt a method of self-flagellation, or carving their own knife marks to perform self-forgiveness.

Po Meng's body visibly trembled, her eyes burst out with obvious pain at that moment, and a sad expression appeared on her face.

"Yeah... Punishment... But if punishment is useful, punishment can change everything in the past. I would rather give me the harshest punishment in exchange for everything in the past!"

A line of clear tears slowly slipped from the corner of her eyes and splashed down her clothes.

"But it's useless... When things happen, any remedy is pale... He just walked away... Gone forever..."

Yun Bei quietly looked down at Granny Meng's left hand, which was holding a red old cloth.

This is the cloth she put in the iron ring just now, wrapping her wrist.

Looking closely at the past now, Yunbei found something unusual.

This red cloth is very red in color, almost in a purple-black color.

This color is very similar to the color after the blood has dried up.

"This is?"

She quietly took the cloth from her palm, and the moment she touched it, she strengthened her suspicion even more.

The cloth is slightly stiff, as if it has been coated with a thin layer of paste, and it feels stiff in its softness.

This is the color of dry blood, and it is also the dry and hard state after it dries up.

"Whose blood is this?"

(End of this chapter)