"How is this possible?"
Tang Jiaoyun exclaimed in disbelief and went up personally to have a look.
The family doctor shrugged imperceptibly and moved aside from the bedside.
During the examination just now, Bai Shengyu's upper body clothes had been removed, and at the moment, he was lying sideways on the bed.
His back was covered with whip marks left by the old butler before; a hundred lashes densely scarring the skin, tearing the flesh in many places. After applying medicine, Tang Jiaoyun glanced at it and quickly averted her eyes.
She remembered that in the guest hall just now, Jiang Lingxi had been standing in front of Sheng Yu while whipping him, and hurriedly turned back to look at the chest area.
"How could this be?"
The front chest had only a few scratch marks that seemed obviously made by a woman's fingernails, and they had already scabbed over. The rest of the skin was unblemished, not even a red mark.