Choke!
A mouthful of black blood with a rusty smell was spat on the tattered and curly straw mat of the medical center. It splashed with a few black stars and mixed with the mold spots on the surrounding walls. It was quite jarring to look at.
Duan Bianyun was huddled in the innermost corner of the hospital, his back pressed against the cold earth wall. Moisture still seeped through the cracks in the earth wall, making his whole body tremble with the cold, like chaff. He was holding something so hard in his arms that it hurt his ribs, but he didn't dare to let go, even though the suffocating pain in his chest was almost tearing away his soul.
