A black motorcycle jacket, a head full of dirty braids and heavy smoky makeup weren't enough. On his face, there was also a red-brown scar shaped like a centipede, crawling across his entire left cheek!,The little divine physician saved half the people and refused to save the rest, demanding that his grandson, Arvan, be married in return for continuing treatment.,The old woman hurriedly grabbed her: "Girl, wait a minute, I promise you things will never go back on my word!"。