Chapter 68: Born unseen, dead unburied

  I felt Jason's hand, which was helping me apply the medicine, pause for a moment, and then the medicine spilled out onto my head, flowing down my neck. My whole body suddenly felt cold, as if I had fallen into an ice cave. I quickly reached for my gun, my nerves stretched taut.

  The three of us held our breath, staring intently at the 'door', with three guns aimed at it. If there were any ghosts, they would definitely be shot into a hornet's nest.

  But the next second, what appeared in front of us was not a ghost, but a familiar face.

  Isn't that Huang Mao?

  He actually woke up so quickly and found us.

  I saw it was him and hastily put down the gun, staring at him in surprise.

  All that could be seen was a yellow 'hairy' face covered in blood, stumbling as he walked, his whole body tripping over the corpses on the ground. He fell forward with a thud and crashed to the ground, letting out a mournful cry. His face looked extremely painful.

  What happened? How did it become like this?

  Jason seemed to realize the severity of the situation, he reacted extremely quickly, rushed over, squatted down, turned Huang Mao over, his face changed greatly, and shouted at us: "Come and save him."

  I followed Yu Gang and ran over, only to see Jason tearing off a piece of his clothes with one hand and using the cloth to press down on Huang Mao's injured area, which was on his stomach.

  Huang 'Mao' has a wound about 12 centimeters long on his belly, roughly two inches deep. Now, I can see the "meat" inside, and blood is constantly gushing out, shocking to behold.

  "Help me press the wound." Jason shouted at me, I busily pressed the wound on the yellow belly with my hand, Jason turned his head and reminded me to say: "Press the wound a little harder, he has lost too much blood, don't let him lose more blood."

  Jason hastily turned around to fetch the medicine, while Yu Gang held down Huang Mao's head with his hand, not letting all the blood rush to his brain. Yu Gang lowered his head and kept saying in Huang Mao's ear: "Golden Hair, I don't know your name, so let's just call you Golden Hair for now. Although I really dislike you, you said it yourself, when we first met, I had an overwhelming urge to beat you up, the first time I've ever felt such a strong desire to beat someone up..."

  "I don't know why you came here either, I've long thought that you're not a good person..."

  Yu Gang's nonsense is really too much, he wants to use his voice to attract Huang Mao's attention and keep him awake, but Huang Mao has already fainted and definitely can't hear it, I really don't know what the point of Yu Gang saying this is.

  I hung my head, feeling somewhat guilty, with red eyes staring at the wound on my hand that was tightly pressed by both hands, which had been stained with fresh blood. I never knew a person could bleed so much. The clothes on my belly were almost soaked in blood.

  I don't know what happened to Huang 'Mao' on the small boat, but I think the reason he got hurt is because of us. If I had insisted on bringing him up at that time, this situation wouldn't have occurred.

  With such a serious injury, he was able to crawl from the bottom to the top of the mountain, which also required great perseverance and was not easy at all. If it were me, I would have given up for sure.

  Yu Gang looked up at me, his face also showing some self-blame. He sighed and said, "There's no wound on his face, I don't know where this blood came from."

  As soon as I said that, I looked at Huang 'Mao's face. At first glance, I recognized him as Huang 'Mao' because the hair on his head was yellow, and then I distinguished it from the bloody appearance on his face.

  Huang's face didn't have any wounds, but it was covered in blood. I checked him out and found that he only had a wound on his abdomen, the rest of his body was fine.

  Jason held some knives in his hand, wrapped them in clothes and spread them on the ground. He took a deep breath and stared at Huang 'Mao' saying: "His abdominal aorta was cut off, from the traces, it's not a very sharp object, just like a wooden branch."

  Jason had just crouched down when the yellow 'hair' on the ground suddenly opened its eyes, its mouth moving slightly, its throat making a gurgling sound, as if it wanted to say something, but couldn't make any noise.

  Just now I saw Huang 'Mao' open his eyes and excitedly shouted: "He is still conscious, he can hear everything I just said."

  All I saw was a deep-seated fear in Huang Mao's eyes, he looked at us and revealed an extremely frightened expression. As I looked into his eyes, my body suddenly shook violently. Why was he so afraid?

  His mouth moved slightly, forming a shape, as if he was using someone else's "lip language". I had never learned "lip language" and didn't know what he wanted to express, but from the look on his face, he seemed extremely frightened.

  Fear was magnified in his eyes countless times, I saw clearly that his pair of eyes were immersed in fear.

  Yu Gang lowered his head and asked, "What did you say?" with his mouth close to Huang Mao's.

  I saw Yu Gang's face suddenly sink, as if he had heard something terrifying. I was about to ask him when Jason started speaking. He said to press down on his wound firmly, then took out a needle and injected something into Huang Mao's vein, probably an anesthetic. After the injection, he told me to let go, took out a bottle of alcohol, poured it over the needle and thread in his hand, and was about to start sewing when Huang Mao suddenly started trembling violently on the ground, his face filled with increasing terror.

  Jason's hand touched Huang Mao's pulse, and his face suddenly changed color.

  "The wounded mentality accelerates..."

  The words had not been finished speaking, only to see the yellow 'hair' on the ground suddenly violently convulsing, the whole person fell to one side and never moved again.

  "He's dead..."

  Finally, Jason opened his mouth with a gloomy face, my hand was suspended in mid-air, not knowing where to put it. When I heard the word "death", I fell to the ground, and my eyes were fixed on the yellow "hair" on the ground, surrounded by a strong smell of death. I could even clearly feel that the body temperature of the yellow "hair" was dropping bit by bit, and its soul seemed to be leaving.

  Death is not scary, what's scary is witnessing the process of death.

  The feeling of life disappearing bit by bit before one's own eyes is really enough to make breathing painful.

  Compared to the deaths of those people I saw before, this is much more terrifying. At least they didn't have to suffer before dying, a gunshot to the head is the best way to go.

  The three of us sat around Huang Mao's corpse, motionless, with a somber expression on our faces.

  I don't know how to describe my feelings, the kind of on-the-spot feeling is so helpless, the pressure of watching death happen but being unable to do anything, I finally understand, being a doctor is so terrifying, facing those who die on the operating table, the feeling of being unable to do anything is so suffocating.

  Finally, Jason said, "Let's bury him first."

  His words didn't have much of an impact, probably because he had seen life and death situations like this in the hospital before.

  We carried the body of Huang 'Mao' out of the small wooden house, found a place to put it, and then brought over stone by stone to put on his body, finally piling up into a small mound.

  Under the illumination of those military strobe lights, the small mound in front of us appears exceptionally desolate and eerie. We are now standing before the small mound, surrounded by an oppressive silence, as if we can't hear any sound at all.

  Time seemed to have stood still at this moment, Jason broke the silence first, his voice sounded without much reaction, he said: "My friend, the lamp of heaven will guide you to arrive safely, there is no suffering in heaven."

  He hung his head low, and I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. However, from his posture, it was evident that he looked very dazed. He spoke in a low tone: "I still don't know your name until now, yet you've already left. Although we had an unpleasant encounter, please take care on your way."

  I didn't say a word, I just stood there, quietly gazing at the small mound, but in my heart, a flood of thoughts surged.

  Die in such a place, no one outside will know, no matter what the reason is, it seems to fit "born unseen, dead unburied".