Pain.
The pain was excruciating, like countless red-hot needles piercing out from the depths of the bone marrow and then penetrating the flesh.
His lungs felt like they were filled with water, and every breath he took was painfully heavy. The air was full of rotten and moldy smell, mixed with the smell of urine, which made her stomach churn.
Shen Qingxian opened his eyes suddenly.
My vision was blurry and it took a while to focus.
In front of him were dilapidated beams with a few strands of spider webs hanging on them. There was a cold and damp straw mat underneath her body, and a few hay sticks poked her back, making it itchy and painful.
Where is this?
Her last memory was of a battlefield filled with bullets. A bomb exploded next to her, sending a wave of air flying her away. As a field doctor, she was rescuing a soldier who had broken his leg.
She should obviously be dead.
"Hehe, haha..."
She wanted to sit up, but a violent cough gripped her. The sweet smell of rust filled my throat. She coughed up a mouthful of black and purple blood, which spattered on the dirty straw mat.
