Shit! It hurts!
The excruciating pain made Jing Youlan cry out involuntarily, yet Yang Yuebin and the others could only fret from above.
"Are you injured or not, just say something!" Because it was too deep, the people standing above couldn't see the situation below.
However, based on what Yang Yuebin and the others knew about Jing Youlan, he wouldn't cry out unless the pain reached a certain threshold.
He must be injured, and severely, right?
"I'm fine." After what felt like ages, Jing Youlan's strained voice finally rang out. Yet it didn't sound like he was fine. He continued, "It's just that a broken rebar has gone through my shoulder; guess I'm just too lucky." He managed to land right on it. It seemed he should have bought a lottery ticket before coming. Maybe he could have won a few million for pocket change.
What a pity!
"Can you get up?" one of the soldiers asked, their voice tinged with concern.
