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I use this In an almost masochistic way, he maintains a high concentration of spirit and attention. What I'm worried about is the man who came with Dr. Tang. He is right outside the door, eye to eye with Buasong. I could occasionally hear Buasong's voice, pacing, and occasional coughing, but I didn't hear another person's voice. It's like there is only one person outside the door, but I know that's not the case. The Hakka People who came with Dr. Tang are very tolerant and patient. He is waiting for us to make mistakes. While I kept absolutely quiet, I asked A San not to make any sound. I didn't intend to give him a basis for analyzing our situation. The next door is also very quiet, mainly because Fatty remains quiet. He is probably in a coma. If he wakes up, he must make some noise no matter what, otherwise it will not be him. Jack didn't make a sound either. Dr. Tang would make a sound only when he needed Jack's help, but only a few words. For example, support him, give me water, etc. I also heard Xiao Ting retching and sobbing. But she didn't escape and stayed there. I think this experience will bring some changes to her. Seeing a dying teammate struggling for life has a greater impact than seeing a corpse. The operation took place in silence. It also ended in silence. Before the sun set, I heard the footsteps of Dr. Tang leaving Bamboo House.
Moments later, Jack walked in and nodded at me. "Still alive."
My tense nerves instantly relaxed. Still alive—this was the best news. I believed that as long as he survived the surgery, he wouldn't die. I didn't even have the strength to nod back. A grim smile tugged at my lips as I dozed off on the bamboo bed soaked in sweat.
In the days that followed, Dr. Tang came by a few more times, but I always avoided him. He seemed even less inclined to see me, hurriedly leaving after checking on Fatty and changing his dressings. Of course, he didn’t bring anyone else along; that time he performed surgery on Fatty was the first and only time he brought someone with him.
Fatty was in a coma for two days before waking up. He complained about not seeing me as soon as he opened his eyes, shouting for me from the next room.
Well, it was probably more like cursing. Xiao Ting scolded him sharply before he calmed down.
I still needed A San's support to get outside. Once I arrived, I continued Xiao Ting's reprimand: "What are you howling about? Who hasn't been hurt? You were out for a few days? We've got injured people here who are worse off than you, yet you're the only one making a fuss. Stop being such a wimp!"
Fatty was the type who wouldn’t let things go easily; my tirade clearly irritated him, and he turned to fire back at me. But as soon as he moved, pain shot through his back from his injury. He gasped sharply, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
I couldn't help but chuckle at him. It was almost comical how someone who should be grateful to be alive could get so worked up. Taking this chance to tease him a bit would be wise; once he recovered, I wouldn't have the opportunity to speak my mind.
"You rolled down the mountain, look at us—we're all lively again. And you? You really are lacking common sense; you nearly made yourself useless. You already have a weak constitution, and yet you refuse to let Dr. Tang take care of you."
Fatty rolled his eyes in frustration, taking a moment to catch his breath before finally saying, "If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have just thrown you off the mountain. You're such an ungrateful wretch."
"Cut that out. You saved me because you owe me. It was you who pushed me off the mountain, and it was I who pulled you back. If it weren't for me, who knows where you'd be right now."
There was a vague notion in my words, questioning whether it was I who had grabbed Fatty or if he had saved himself by not letting go when we slid down the mountain. In that moment, it should have been Fatty who held on tighter because I was nearly unconscious at that point. Even if I hadn't let go, it could have been purely instinctive or simply a muscle spasm that prevented me from relaxing.
But at that moment, we were connected by our two hands, so saying that I held onto him wasn't incorrect; he couldn't even argue against it.
Fatty huffed and puffed for a moment before suddenly grinning and asking, "When you hit the tree, did you break anything?"
"Please! I was just about to brag about Egg's return," I started to say, but then I noticed Xiao Ting's confused expression and quickly changed the subject. "It was all good."
"Alright then, Qiangzi. When I saw your state back there, I thought you had turned into a freak."
I shot Fatty a glare; what was that supposed to mean?
Xiao Ting seemed to catch on as well, her face turning slightly awkward as she set down a cup she was holding. "You two keep chatting; I'll check if the porridge is ready."
Once Xiao Ting went next door, Fatty and I felt freer to speak openly. I boasted about my indestructible Egg, which piqued Fatty's curiosity. He insisted on seeing these two miraculous Eggs of mine, but I was drenched in sweat as I firmly declined his request for a tour.
Fortunately, Fatty couldn't move much. Seeing his eager expression made me genuinely worried he might try to pull my pants down. After finally steering the conversation away from that topic, we began reminiscing about everything that had happened on the mountain.
He did not see the final scene, where Tang Yumo appeared at the Summit. He was still worried about Tang Yumo, believing that her presence at the Summit was a dangerous matter. I could only tell him what I had witnessed and deduce that everything was closely related to Tang Yumo.
Upon hearing this, Fatty, in hindsight, scolded the Hakka People, especially Tang Yumo, whom he referred to as the Beauty Snake.
Our conversation did not avoid the Vietnamese; it couldn't be avoided. I could only maintain two positions: standing or lying down. The injured areas could not bear my full weight, including my backside. Sitting was a torment for me.
As the topic progressed, it naturally grew heavier. We had to face a reality: our number of injured was increasing, and the situation was becoming more passive for us. Not only did we lack the ability to seek out those who plotted against me in secret, but we also had to shrink back into this Bamboo House for passive defense.
"We need to arrange for someone to keep watch at night."
I could only smile bitterly at Fatty's suggestion. Jack, along with A San and Buasong, had already begun keeping watch. On the night that Fatty and I returned, someone was already on guard.
This situation continued for more than half a month before gradually improving. Mainly, Jack's and my injuries were healing well, significantly enhancing our strength.
Fatty's external wounds were also scabbing over without any severe infections occurring; it seemed everything was heading in a positive direction.
Once Fatty could take care of himself, especially when he could manage his own bowel movements, an unexpected guest arrived at our Bamboo House.
It was the Hakka Clan Leader. Accompanying him was Dr. Tang, who seemed pleased to share some good news with us: the Zip Line had been repaired.
We still have two injured individuals. Jack and I are fine, but Fatty and Fumi still need care. Fumi has a broken leg, and even with a crutch, moving around is quite inconvenient for him.
Fatty's wounds have not fully healed yet. Fortunately, he doesn't have any injuries to his bones or ligaments; as long as the wounds don't develop complications, he should be okay.
However, Fatty's mobility issues are a significant problem. There are many places where Jack and I need to carry him, and crossing the Zip Line also requires assistance. Even though he has passively lost weight, he still weighs twice as much as Fumi. None of us can carry him for long distances on the mountain trails.
But the Hakka Clan Leader is very determined. We must leave their Village as soon as possible. (To Be Continued...)
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