Chapter 372

The ointment could reconstruct dead muscle tissue and remove scars. If it were applied, there would be no scarring.

After half a day, Whitney jolted awake in terror. She shot up and hissed in pain. Her wounds were not fully healed yet.

She was in a completely unfamiliar place.

Where was she?

Whitney was confused. She looked down at the baggy white shirt that she was wearing.

Wasn't this a man's shirt?

Where were her clothes?

Who had helped her change?

Whitney became nervous. She pinched the shirt she was wearing, looking like a frightened rabbit.

She jumped out of bed, thinking wildly of escaping, but her injuries were too severe. The moment her feet hit the ground, the wounds on her back tore open once more. She immediately cried out in pain and fell to the floor.

Sebastian walked through the door, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup. When he saw her, he hastily put the bowl down and rushed over to help Whitney up.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Whitney looked up and shudder