So along the way, even though he had nearly broken a few times, he had managed to persist with his stalwart will and superhuman resilience.
However, the blend of greasepaint and blood smeared across his face concealed his expression, such that even his slightly open eyes were overlooked.
All this time, he knew he had been rescued, receiving emergency treatment by the local military doctor; he was aware of being airlifted to the People's Liberation Army General Hospital; and he was conscious when they transferred him to another bed after the plane had landed…
To have held on for so long was truly unfathomable. Listening to the hurried, urgent voices around him, feeling the continuous line of white light overhead, he felt his body growing lighter, his eyelids heavier, and the sounds around him fading…
He knew he couldn't hold on much longer…
