Uncle Wang had already heard the news of layoffs and layoffs within the pany. People like him who don't need to be included should also be included...

Uncle Wang sighed, rubbed his cold feet, and looked at the accident scene. I could still see the image of a madman muttering, ``Leave it to me!'' I couldn't stop shaking and felt a sharp pain in my ankle.

Uncle Wang rolled up his pants, looked at his left leg, took off his socks, and looked at his stung ankle. There were red marks on his ankles that looked like burns.

``Why is it getting redder and redder?'' Uncle Wang gritted his teeth in pain. He experienced a lot of suffering in his life, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of pain. On the contrary, he was so sensitive to pain that he had never felt pain when he was sick in his life. Take a bold shot and go under the knife once.

Ever since the day the madman killed someone, Uncle Wang had felt something strange in his ankle. At first, the pain was just disfort due to the heat, but the pain worsened day by day until it became unbearable. He felt as if someone had taken a gun from him. It felt like I had burned my ankle with a hot iron.

He took a pot from his side, took off his shoes and socks, and poured boiling water on his ankles.

As soon as the cold water was drained, the pain increased instead of decreasing. A searing pain is transmitted directly to the body, causing blood to flow under the skin. His eyes widened in pain. He wanted to scream, but all he could manage was a hoarse cry.

Uncle Wang burst into tears in pain and immediately grabbed his left leg and hit his ankle hard. The original red part is wrinkled and raised, as if it was really burnt with a soldering iron. .

Afterwards, Uncle Wang was surprised to see new burn marks. Because it was exactly the same pattern that the madman had carved on his forehead.

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