After he was ready, he picked up a dirty rag from beside him and bit it tightly in his mouth. He took a deep breath, picked up the knife, and aimed it at the necrotic tissue around the wound, his eyes firm and determined.

The moment the knife touched the wound, unbearable pain shot through his body like an electric current. Each cut felt like torture in hell, and he couldn't help but groan in agony through his teeth. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, one drop after another, soon gathering into streams.

His body trembled constantly, as if he was fighting against the endless pain. His muscles were tense and his bones seemed to be creaking. However, his hand holding the knife remained steady, without the slightest shake.

Xiao Yi endured the severe pain and cut the necrotic tissue bit by bit. Then, he squeezed the wound with his fingers, squeezing out as much pus and blood as possible. Each squeeze brought a new wave of severe pain, making him almost faint.

After squeezing out the pus and blood, he quickly opened the bag of anti-inflammatory powder and sprinkled it evenly on the wound. At that moment, the burning pain made his body twitch violently.

Finally, he picked up the bandage and wrapped it around the wound in circles, using all his strength with each circle to ensure that the bandage could tightly wrap the wound and prevent blood and pus from oozing out.

Throughout the whole process, Xiao Yi was in great pain, but his eyes remained firm and he had only one belief in his heart: to survive.

The operation was finally over, and Xiao Yi's tense nerves completely relaxed in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, relieved of a heavy burden.

His chest heaved violently, and he gasped for air. Every breath seemed like a desperate struggle to draw in the breath of life. The air quickly flowed in and out of his lungs, making a heavy and rapid "wheezing" sound.

His eyes were tightly closed, and the muscles on his face relaxed due to extreme fatigue. Sweat flowed freely on his face like a stream, mixing with tears of pain and dripping onto the dusty ground beneath him.

Xiao Yi's body was still shaking uncontrollably, and the severe pain he had just experienced seemed to still linger in every cell, making it impossible for him to immediately escape from the torture.

His lips were pale and cracked, and while he was gasping for breath, he occasionally let out painful groans and low whimpers.

Every breath was accompanied by aches all over his body, as if his body no longer belonged to him, but his heart was filled with a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe and a sense of relief after being exhausted. Xiao Yi lay on the cold ground, feeling that the whole world was spinning. The scene before him began to become blurry, as if separated by a layer of hazy mist.

His head felt dizzy, as if countless bees were buzzing in his brain. Every time he tried to concentrate and see his surroundings clearly, his vision would suddenly go black. The darkness came over him in waves like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to resist.

Excessive blood loss made his face pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and even his originally bright eyes became dull.

The excruciating pain that penetrated his bones wasn't just confined to the wound, but spread throughout his body, with every nerve twitching in agony. This pain was like an invisible net, tightly binding him and preventing him from breaking free.

Xiao Yi tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes to wake himself up, but his arm felt like it was pressed down by a block of lead and he couldn't move at all.

His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his thoughts became chaotic. He tried hard to stay awake, but his mind kept flashing through chaotic images, including beautiful memories and the bloody and cruel operation he had just undergone.

His eyelids grew heavier, as if a powerful force were pulling at them, making it difficult for him to resist. The sounds around him gradually became distant and indistinct, and he felt as if he was sinking deeper and deeper into a chaotic fog.

Xiao Yi's head was dizzy, and his consciousness seemed to be teetering on the edge of darkness, but deep in his heart there was a strong voice shouting: "Can't fall into a coma! Absolutely not!"

He used the last bit of willpower he had left to force his heavy eyelids open. The scene before him was blurry, and he blinked hard, trying to clear his vision.

He struggled to raise his arm, his fingers trembling as he reached for the canteen beside him. The moment he grasped the canteen, he felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He laboriously raised the canteen to his lips and drank from it in deep gulps. The cool water flowed through his dry throat, bringing a brief sense of clarity.

After drinking the water, he groped for some dry food. The food was hard and difficult to swallow, but he chewed it desperately, trying to swallow every bite. Every swallow was like a difficult battle, but he knew it was the key to replenishing energy.

While eating, his teeth were so weak that he almost bit his tongue several times, and his mouth felt numb. But he didn't dare to stop, and mechanically repeated the chewing and swallowing movements.

After finishing his rations, he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, silently praying that this would restore some of his strength. He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the changes in his body, hoping to feel a trace of strength slowly returning.

In the long time that followed, Xiao Yi was trapped in this simple and moldy shelter. He lay weakly on the hard wooden bed, and the wounds on his body still hurt.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the dilapidated window onto his pale face, he would be awakened by the pain of his wounds. The pain was like countless small insects gnawing at his muscles and bones, forcing him to frown and grit his teeth.

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