Chapter 307 - You owe him a gift. (1/2)

A second passed

Two seconds passed

Suyin opened her eyes when someone nudged at her arm. She looked up, confused. Disoriented. The pain from closing of collar crushing her neck- the one she had witnessed on the baby monkey--- It never came. Or did it?

”Hey, don't space out. Help me.” The man's tone rose. She looked down at his hands where he was pressing on Wang Shi's chest. ”He's bleeding,”

His lips quivered.

”Pick the phone and call the first dialled number. Ask them to get medics ASAP,” her eyes stayed glued to Wang Shi. At his rising chest, to be precise. ”ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, DUMB WOMAN?”

She jumped, shifting her eyes to him and then at Wang Shi. She placed her hands on the sides of his chest.

”His chest is moving paradoxically.” she bent down to hear his heart and lungs. Lifting a second later. ”I don't hear much on left side, his left lung is in distress,” Her eyes searched around for something-- anything-- to help the man breathe. She patted Wang Shi's pockets. Maybe something useful come up.

A pen.

God knows why he was carrying a pen even in this situation, but it was the one thing she needed most.

”Do you have a Swiss knife?”

”What?”

”You people always carry a Swiss knife, don't you? Give it to me.” She snatched it as Jin takes it out from his waist belt. She has nothing to sterilise it, but that's least of her concern. She dismantled the pen, keeping the part open from both ends.

A swift one inch cut two ribs down, and as she pushed the hollow part in, Wang Shi sucked in a deep breath. His chest rose to maximum. She closed the open end of pen with her finger; lifting it and closing it, following his breathing pattern.

”I will take from here,” She pushed Jin and took his position. ”Call help. FAST,” She noticed Wang Shi's eyelids flutter, and reached to touch his cheek; her face hovering over his. ”Hey, stay with me. Nothing will happen. I won't let anything happen to you. Honey is waiting for us.”

A drop of tear fell on his face. He opened his eyes. A pained smile. How helpless he was, can't even wipe her tears. Treacherous hands refused to cooperate.

”For honey, Shishi. Please. For our son. Remember, it's his birthday today? You owe him a gift.” It's already past twelve. A new day. A new beginning. Their son had turned six.

He blinked. Wishing to the heavens if he could say some words to her. Tell her not to cry. Tell her he trusts her. Tell her he's not scared. Tell her he's not giving up. Tell her, how much she means to her. And everything.....

The sound of giant metal birds filled the air, bringing the much needed aid.

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The helicopter had a military doctor and a nurse. She saw as the doctor hang IV, hooked him to monitor and started giving first aid. Unsatisfied she was. He had big pneumothorax. They better first remove the pen she had inserted and replace it with one-way valve.

”Mam, can you please sit properly? You are bleeding. Let me--”