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I dashed down the mountain path, the muddy trail making it nearly impossible to stop at the turns. Yet, I somehow managed to glide through large splashes of mud, my body contorted at an odd angle but still upright. The onlookers in the village gasped in admiration.
I figured that Fatty trailing behind me wasn’t as fortunate. I heard loud 'thuds'… 'thuds'… It wasn’t the sound of footsteps, as they were too sporadic; it seemed to echo after intervals.
It must have been him crashing onto the ground, and it surely was quite a spectacle. I worried a bit about potential damages; he might have ruined the path with his fall.
The Bamboo House was so quiet I could hear my own breathing. The door to Xiao Ting’s room was open, and I stepped into the room with my muddy feet, spotting a Hakka Person sitting in front of a jack bed, surrounded by Xiao Ting, A San, and Buasong.
Only A San looked up at me, smiling and nodding in greeting.
Just then, there was a loud crash. Fatty landed in a heap of mud against the wooden door leaning on the wall. The door cracked. Everyone looked up.
“Xiao Ting, you scared me! I thought something happened to you,” Fatty said while wiping mud off his face.
Xiao Ting’s eyes immediately turned red as she rushed over to grab Fatty, asking, “Are you… okay? Did you get hurt?”
I felt a tightness in my chest. No wonder Fat Man had such charm with women; his words were timely and carried weight.
"He’s fine. But he broke a piece of the road above, so get ready to pay for it."
Xiao Ting shot me a glance and said to Fatty, "Come on, let’s wash up."
Damn, this is full-service. Xiao Guolin, I’m sorry.
Fatty looked at me and gave Xiao Ting a hearty smile. "I’m fine. It’s good to see you’re okay."
I was taken aback. I had never seen Fatty make that kind of expression before. Hearty? Give me a break! Isn’t he the guy who always has that annoying grin on his face?
" Fatty, you’re sick; there’s something wrong with your facial nerves. You need treatment."
As I stood there like a statue, Xiao Ting helped Fatty out the door. Before he disappeared, he raised his middle finger at me from behind.
It’s over. It’s not me; it’s Xiao Ting. I’m going to completely lose trust with Xiao Guolin.
"I’ll deal with this later," I comforted myself.
I turned around and found everyone staring at me, their eyes filled with sympathy. Did my face really show my disappointment?
My mood soured even more as I suddenly furrowed my brow and glared at Buasong. Buasong lowered his head and walked over to Fumi. I shot a glare at A San, who quickly sidestepped and slipped back into his room.
Jack was already awake, but he was facing away from the door, lying on the bed and didn’t see what had just happened. His back was exposed, and the bandages that had been wrapped around him were removed, leaving all his wounds smeared with a black ointment.
I took a few deep breaths, casting aside the negative emotions swirling in my heart.
It seemed that the Hakka Doctor had accepted Xiao Ting and Jack, which was really a choice made out of necessity. I would eventually have to compromise as well. Since leaving here in the short term was not an option, I had no choice but to accept the treatment from the Hakka Doctor.
“How do you feel?” I lowered my head and asked Jack.
“Better than I expected. It has pain-relieving effects.”
I turned to the Hakka People. “Hakka Doctor?”
The Hakka People nodded. “My surname is Tang. You can call me Dr. Tang.”
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, noticing that this Hakka Doctor had fair skin, which was quite different from the dark skin of other Hakka People I had encountered here. In fact, it resembled Tang Yumo's complexion somewhat—pale, lacking any color.
“Dr. Tang, you’ve seen my friend’s injuries. If he can’t leave here for treatment in the short term, they might worsen. Do you have any good solutions?”
Dr. Tang gently fanned the still-damp ointment on Jack's back and replied, “The wounds on his back are manageable. As long as he applies this ointment continuously for a month, the wounds will basically heal. The deeper injuries will grow new flesh. It shouldn’t affect his future life significantly. Of course, he will be left with some unsightly scars, but I think that’s acceptable.”
He continued, “As for the other person’s fracture, it’s a bit more troublesome. One area has a severe break; I’ll need to carefully realign it over time, which requires patience. Additionally, it will be quite painful. I don’t have strong painkillers here; if we can resolve that issue, I can start setting the bone immediately.”
I hadn’t expected to encounter a doctor skilled in traditional Chinese bone-setting here. It seemed that all our difficulties were about to be resolved.
I smiled lightly. "I have painkillers here, so you can set his bones anytime. But the injury on his back—here."
I pointed to the jagged scar at the edge of Jack's wound, resembling a Tuber. "There’s something plant-like embedded in his body. If we don’t deal with it, could it lead to infection or complications?"
"Actually, you over-excised the wound initially. Once you removed the glowing substance in the middle, the other parts would integrate into the body tissue without adverse reactions. His current state is mainly due to the two surgeries he underwent, especially the first one. That was your doing, right?"
I was left speechless.
"It’s not your fault. I would have done the same in that situation," Jack said weakly, trying to comfort me.
I nodded gratefully and leaned closer to his ear. "Who talks so fast, spilling everything?"
Jack lifted his head slightly and whispered into my ear, "I do."
"Dr. Tang, this patient doesn’t need pain relief; please remove the analgesic component from his ointment."
Fumi was stronger than I had imagined. The setting of bones lasted nearly an hour, and by then, the effects of Morphine had long worn off, yet he held back any sound of discomfort. It wasn't that I was stingy; it was simply because that was our last dose of Morphine.
The temperature here was high, and Jack's wound couldn't be bandaged. We knew this; initially, we wrapped it to prevent infection. Now that it was exposed, the scent of the ointment seemed to repel mosquitoes, allowing us to visually monitor for any signs of infection or improvement.
When Fatty returned, he was in good spirits and even joked about Jack looking like a Ladybug in his current state.
I had no idea what Fatty and Xiao Ting were up to, and Jack seemed blissfully unaware that they had gone out together. He even joked cheerfully, "Then I must be the Seven Star Ladybug King."
I really wondered if he would still be laughing if he knew that Xiao Ting and Fatty had just gone off to play in the water together.
Finally, it was quiet here.
I knew it was irreversible; we couldn't leave this place anytime soon. So, I needed to exchange information with Fatty and analyze the true purpose of the Hakka People leaving us here.
The flood destroying the Zip Line was definitely an excuse, and I had no intention of checking it out. They must have been prepared for this; they could even sabotage a section of the Zip Line themselves, ensuring I wouldn't see any flaws.
I gave Fatty a glance and walked toward another room. (To Be Continued...)
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