"Ah Jun, you can talk to me. It's fine. Tell me what's on your mind. It will be like talking in your dream. You can do it." Sister Liang's mellifluous voice circled his mind, but it did nothing to ease Gu Jun's tense nerves. The dying process of the two victims flashed before his eyes. The granny's operation reached a stage where they had to use a line saw to cut through her collar bone. Surgeon Zhu was operating the saw while he held onto the old lady's deformed limb. The screeching of the saw, the groaning that weakened, the strength that he felt slipping away in her hands… Eventually, the old lady stopped moving altogether.
And then there was that poor boy. The small body could not apply much force, but he had been struggling, crying until the very last moment.
They died.
They died.
The twisted faces whose color had drained away, the dilated pupils that had lost their souls, they seemed to be interrogating his very soul.
