Li Shu's mind went blank.
She stared at the man in front of her as the deep red blood spread on the fabric, across his chest. He fell on the ground, his pupils dilated.
She felt a sharp pain in her chest as though it was being squeezed.
She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what she should do.
She knelt on the ground next to him, her hand clutching his chest, as if trying to push all that blood back in.
If only that would happen. If only the blood would stop gushing out, then the man had a chance of living.
She shouted a few words and tried to continue talking, but found that she was choking.
Her eyes were starting to burn as tears rolled down her face.
She felt like there was an invisible hand strangling her and she couldn't speak.
