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When I opened my eyes again, I saw a pile of fire beside me and a few naked people. I could make out Jack and Buasong among them. I touched myself and realized I was also naked. Was this some kind of wild party? And they were all men.
A buzzing sound filled my ears, like an echo of their voices, or perhaps my hearing hadn't fully recovered. Everything looked blurry; the flames flickered violently, and the people around the fire swayed as well. I thought to myself, please let these people not be doing anything inappropriate.
My body felt numb and painful; I couldn't even turn over. I had no interest in looking at these naked men, so I turned my head to the other side, only to see another naked man—Fumi—lying right next to me.
Fumi was staring at me with wide eyes. Since I was closer to the fire, whether he wanted to look at the flames or at his fellow countryman, he had to look past me, and it seemed he still couldn't move. The sight of two naked men lying side by side made me very uncomfortable, especially since one of them looked at me with such eagerness.
I stared at him expressionlessly for a moment before turning my head toward the fire and shouting, "Damn it, Jack, bring me my clothes and drag this naked pig away from me."
I had overestimated my abilities. Despite using all my strength, my voice came out weak, like Lin Daiyu's delicate tone. What was even more unbearable was that what I managed to say wasn't a complete sentence but rather a series of animal-like grunts.
Damn it. Could it be that my vocal cords were damaged? I vaguely remembered being hit; it must have been on my back. Could that really damage my vocal cords? Surely such a bizarre thing wouldn't happen.
Fortunately, my voice reached the others. Jack was the first to rush over and started babbling at me. All I could hear was a buzzing sound, and his voice felt annoyingly loud.
I pointed at the fire, signaling that I wanted to get closer to warm up. In fact, the temperature here wasn't low; I didn't feel cold being naked; I just didn't want to lie next to a man.
Jack grabbed both of my arms and pulled me up from the ground. The severe pain in my back made me scream; it seemed that the pain was more direct in its stimulation, and my voice became strong and sharp, completely shedding the weakness of Lin Daiyu.
"My back! Be gentle with my back!" My words were now clear.
"Your back is fine," Jack said as he dragged me over to sit by the fire. "You really are quite..." Jack tilted his head in thought. "Dramatic."
Damn it. As soon as I heard that word, I seriously doubted he must have been Chinese in his past life; he was totally born in the wrong era.
My vision was still unclear, but I could see several pale figures around me. To my surprise, no one had fallen behind.
Jack's bare backside wobbled in front of me as he found a place to sit down. Seeing the situation, I became furious again, forgetting all about my back pain. I angrily asked him, "Where are my clothes? I'm just sitting here in my birthday suit!"
Jack, taken aback by my accusation, fired back, "I didn't carry you here just to take your abuse. Your clothes are all wet and haven't dried yet. If you want to wear wet clothes, go ahead."
I wasn't used to a bunch of men having a bonfire party in their birthday suits, but I wasn't foolish enough to wear wet clothes in this environment. Ever since entering this Valley and jumping into the black hole at the center of the Pit Vortex, my clothes had never dried. While moving around, I could generate heat to fend off the dampness and cold, but when it came to sleeping, wet clothes could easily make someone sick. I wasn't too worried about rheumatism since it wouldn't show up immediately, but catching a cold from wearing wet clothes here could very well be fatal.
Jack's retort left me speechless. Reluctantly, I asked, "At least let me wear some underwear; those should dry quickly."
Jack's face remained pale as he replied, "They should be about ready. Do you think I enjoy looking at your dirty backside?"
Fuming, I pointed at him, and the pain in my right side made me break out in a sweat again. Gritting my teeth, I said, "You took my clothes off!"
Jack nodded. "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt? Or is it that I undressed you so thoroughly that you can't stand it?"
I almost let him laugh. "My back hurts; it might be broken."
Jack frowned. "Lie down; I'll check it out."
I replied, "Aren't you supposed to be fine? Do you even know what you're doing?"
Even though I didn't believe Jack was an expert in this area, I had no strength to resist. Before I could finish my sentence, he pressed me down onto the ground. The cold, hard stone ground made my ribs ache.
Jack's hands pressed firmly against my back, causing me to cry out in pain immediately. I was more convinced than ever that he was just an amateur experimenting on me. Amidst my cries of agony, Jack continued to press on my back.
"Your back is fine."
"That's bullshit," I shouted angrily. "My right side is broken; you don't understand, so stop pretending you do."
I immediately paid the price for those words. Jack's fingers dug into my back, pressing down on the area where it hurt like a bone being crushed.
This time, I didn't curse at him; I didn't even have the strength to make a sound, gasping in pain like a dog. I felt the muscles in my back twitching spasmodically.
Then Jack casually remarked, "It's a ligament tear. Rest and ice can relieve the pain; it's not a fracture. You're being overly dramatic."
Do I have a grudge against you? Why are you torturing me like this? I didn't believe Jack's diagnosis at all, but I didn't want to suffer again. My face twitched as I said to him, "You can do whatever you want, just don't touch me again."
"You don't believe me?" Jack pulled me up and shot me a sideways glance.
"Why should I trust you?" I couldn't help but snap back.
"I have a Master's degree in Medicine from Duke University."
I extended a still-trembling hand. "Show it to me."
Jack shrugged. "How could I possibly carry that around?"
"Then you don't have one. So stop acting like you're so knowledgeable in front of me." I was furious when I said that; he seemed more like an executioner or a prison guard specializing in torture—this guy must have graduated from Guantanamo.
However, Jack clearly didn't understand my words and raised his hands in defeat. "I have no reason to lie to you about this. I can prove it when we get back. Of course, if we can get back."
The conversation shifted abruptly from anger to gloom and despair. I also lost interest in bickering with him.
At this time, a pole stretched out in front of me, with my underwear hanging on it. My vision also became clearer, and I saw Buasong’s face and thin but strong body behind the pole. My mood and the severe pain in my body made it impossible for me to even squeeze out a smile. Facing Buasong's kind smile, I said "Thank you" in Chinese that he could understand. Then he took the dried underwear and put it on. After putting on dry clothes and feeling better, I asked Jack: "How long have we been down here?" Jack should have known that my watch was broken, but he raised his wrist in a big and showy way and glanced at the rim of the coffee cup. Big Dial. "It's ten hours." Your sister is just trying to attract hatred. (To Be Continued...)
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