“This is Mr. Strong Harris.”
“This is Mr. Strong Harris?”
“Mr. Strong Harris...”
Osbourne, Felix, Karen, Ling ran, and the others stood in front of an independent hospital bed. They all used the “Physician’s inspection”to look at the “Mirror image person”in front of them.
This was a lumberjack who was about 60 years old. The traces of time and work had long been embedded in both of his testicles. The wrinkles were deep, dense, and black. There were also clumps of black hair in the middle, it was like black soil with wild grass growing in the summer. Fortunately, the muscles were still firm. They could shrink into a ball, allowing the cheeks to curl up stubbornly and plump.
The crisscrossing lines around the eye sockets where the wrinkles were concentrated made Harris’cheeks look like a sketch where light and shadow intersected. The black and dense plates were concentrated and eye-catching, but at this moment, they were filled with confusion.