Shen Jinghong opened his eyes suddenly, but his vision was filled with darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. In my ears, there was the sound of "squeaking" wooden wheels rolling, accompanied by regular, dizzying bumps.
Where is she?
The last memory is of the pungent smell of gun smoke and the intense gunfire in the distance outside a field hospital somewhere in the Middle East. In order to save a little boy who was hit by a stray bullet, her neck was cut open by a flying shrapnel... Warm blood, and the nurse's terrified scream.
Is he dead? Is this the world after death?
