Asphyxia.
It was like being pushed into bottomless water by the whole world, and the last trace of air in the chest was ruthlessly squeezed out. His lungs were burning, and every muscle was screaming in protest.
Dark. Endless darkness.
For a moment.
Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
What he saw in his field of vision was not the pale shadowless lights of the forensic autopsy room that he was familiar with, but a dim yellow. The light was weak and shaky, as if it would go out at any moment.
He struggled to sit up, but a tearing pain came from his chest, causing him to lose strength instantly and fall back down again. There was a "thud" sound from the back of his head, hitting the cold and hard wooden board, which made stars pop out of his eyes.
Pain. It hurts so much.
