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I asked A San to draw the curtains, making the room as dark as possible. Then, I rubbed my face vigorously a few times to give it a healthier flush. After lying on the bed for over ten minutes, I felt not only weak in my muscles and bones but also pale.
I instructed A San to take the weapon bag over to Fumi and told him, "You stay there and follow my orders. Also, tell Buasong to let Dr. Tang come in alone."
"Jack, let Dr. Tang come over. I have something to say to him too."
After giving my instructions to A San, I called out loudly to the next room.
The argument in the other room abruptly stopped. After a moment of footsteps, Dr. Tang and Jack pushed the door open and entered.
I waved my hand at Jack. "You go take care of Fatty; I want to talk to Dr. Tang alone."
Both Jack and Dr. Tang looked somewhat surprised by my request.
Ignoring Jack's astonishment, I weakly addressed Dr. Tang, "I need your help again. Fatty had an accident, and we've run out of medicine. You won't just stand by, will you?"
Jack closed the door behind him as he left, while Dr. Tang studied my face and slowly walked toward me.
I looked at him calmly and composedly, my expression completely unruffled. It wasn't that I was being reckless; despite my serious injuries, I couldn't feel fear in front of a Hakka Doctor. Even if he held a scalpel, he wouldn't intimidate me because I had a gun on me. Moreover, his pale hands were empty.
“How are you feeling?” Dr. Tang asked, standing about a meter in front of me.
I nodded. “You should be more concerned about Fatty ’s injuries. I’m fine.”
“You went to places you shouldn’t have, and you hurt our Village people. The chief is very angry.”
“It was a misunderstanding. You didn’t mention that area was off-limits. Fatty and I nearly got torn apart by the Mountain Demon. If you had known there was a Mountain Demon there, we wouldn’t have gone. How is that Hakka Youth? We didn’t mean to fight; he was quite lively, but unfortunately, there was a little misunderstanding when we met, and I accidentally broke his arm. Is he the one who came today?”
Dr. Tang’s face flushed red, clearly displeased with my explanation.
“No, his arm is broken. He can’t go anywhere.”
“What a pity. Please send him my regards. I’ll visit him when I get the chance.”
Although I was lying on the bed, I had propped myself up high enough to almost sit up and face Dr. Tang. I was wearing a stretchy tank top, but to cover my gun, I had draped a thin blanket over myself.
Dr. Tang stared at my face for a moment, seemingly assessing my condition.
“Yes, Mr. Song’s injuries are serious. What about you? Your injuries should be similar to his; it’s not good to keep them covered like this. The infection could get worse.”
Dr. Tang stood to my left as I extended my left hand out from under the blanket. I gently lifted the blanket on my body to the other side, just enough to expose my body while covering my right hand on the other side. That hand held a gun.
“Sorry to disappoint you; I’m not injured.”
The moment I lifted the blanket, Dr. Tang's face suddenly twisted into a grotesque expression. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. His complexion, already pale as if drained of blood, now looked as if it had been coated with a layer of powder, devoid of any color.
His gaze was fixed on me, seemingly trying to tear through my shirt with his eyes. He stood there motionless, yet I felt an overwhelming sense that he might turn and run away at any moment. It felt like a heavy pressure hung between us.
"You’re not injured?"
Dr. Tang's words sounded less like a question and more like a murmured thought.
I pulled my shirt up slightly.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Dr. Tang involuntarily took two steps back before suddenly turning to walk outside.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to sit up, letting my legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Sitting up independently was excruciating for me; it felt like every muscle and bone in my body was being pulled apart. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Dr. Tang," I called out in a low voice.
The severe pain coursing through me made it impossible to form a complete sentence. After uttering those three words, I had to pause, gritting my teeth to alleviate the pain while breathing heavily. I didn’t face Dr. Tang; instead, I turned my back to him, believing that my face, more twisted than his, would relieve him of the pressure he felt.
At that moment, although I didn't know why, I could sense that he was very afraid of me. Even the slightest movement from me seemed to put immense pressure on him.
Sure enough, with my soft voice, Dr. Tang's footsteps came to a halt.
"What is it, Mr. Zhang?"
Dr. Tang's voice was tense and pale, but I could tell he had turned around to face me. His voice reached my ears without any obstruction.
I remained with my back to him, leaning forward involuntarily due to the pain. One elbow rested on the bedside table while my raised hand supported my forehead. I must have looked quite pretentious, projecting an air of disdain towards him. But only I knew how much I was suffering; I felt like I could faint from the pain at any moment.
I couldn't breathe heavily; any mistake could ruin my facade. I took a few deep breaths, trying to keep my voice low and steady.
" Fatty is in your hands. You are also responsible for the incident that happened in your village."
Before my tone slipped out of control, those were all the words I could manage. Then I had to quietly catch my breath again.
"As for those misunderstandings, I will explain them to Wu Bo. But that does not excuse your negligence towards the patient."
"I'll do my best."
After Dr. Tang said this, he fell silent for a moment, perhaps observing me from behind or thinking I might have more to add. In any case, he remained silent for a while, watching my back.
For me, that silence felt like torture. Fortunately, it didn't last long; soon enough, I heard Dr. Tang walk out and close the door.
The instant the door clicked shut, A San sprang up. I pointed at him, signaling him to sit down as I listened to Dr. Tang's footsteps moving into the next room. Only then did I slowly lie back down on the bed.
Sweat drenched my body instantly; the pain and heightened tension left me nearly exhausted. To avoid the uncontrollable shivering of my teeth, I clenched them tightly together. My mind began to drift into a true haze.
My eyes were wide open, yet everything in front of me was blurry.
I reached down to my ribs. This area was one of the most painful spots on my body, as if I had broken a few ribs during the fall from the mountain. The external injuries had mostly healed, but the pain from the bones continued to torment me.
I dug my five fingers deep into the flesh, then plucked at my ribs one by one, like strumming a string.
It was incredibly stimulating, and my hazy mind suddenly felt alert.
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