Xiao Yi took a deep breath, and his trembling hands slowly reached for the first aid kit, ready to face the painful yet hopeful journey of self-rescue that was about to begin.
Xiao Yi fumbled around in the corner of the room and finally found a worn-out oil lamp and a small box of matches. His fingers trembled slightly due to tension and pain, and he took a lot of effort to pull out a match from the matchbox.
With a "crack", the match struck the rough wall of the box, creating a spark. The weak flame danced in the darkness, as if it was Xiao Yi's hope for life at this moment. He carefully brought the match close to the wick of the oil lamp. As the flame touched, the wick ignited a dim light, slowly illuminating this small and dark space.
In the light of the fire, Xiao Yi looked down at his injured left leg. The sight of the wound made him gasp. The wound, which had once been deep enough to see the bone, was now a bloody mess, and it was impossible to tell where the muscle was and where the broken tissue was. The skin around the wound was severely red and swollen, a worrying purple-red color, and yellow pus was constantly oozing out.
The signs of infection were obvious. The rotting flesh emitted a foul stench that made people's stomachs churn. Xiao Yi's face turned even paler, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. But after just a moment, the fear was replaced by determination. He knew that he had to face this cruel reality in order to survive.
Xiao Yi stared at his horrible wound, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to suck all the courage around him into his chest.
His eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made a life-or-death decision. This breath stayed in his chest for a moment, giving him a brief sense of calm and strength.
Xiao Yi bit his lips tightly, biting them so hard that they began to turn white. He raised his head, looked at the dim roof, and said to himself silently in his heart: "This is the only way to survive, I must do this."
He looked at the wound again, his eyes no longer showing any hesitation or retreat. Then, he slowly and resolutely picked up the knife beside him. The knife gleamed coldly in the dim light of the oil lamp.
Xiao Yi's hands were a little unsteady due to nervousness, but he gripped the hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white due to the force. He knew that every moment that followed would be extremely painful, but he also knew that this was his only chance to survive.
In this small house full of decay and despair, Xiao Yi prepared to perform surgery on himself. He wanted to use his own hands to earn a chance of survival.
Xiao Yi's expression was solemn, and with trembling hands he opened the bottle of alcohol, which was barely left. He carefully placed the knife in the alcohol, stirring it gently to ensure that every inch of the blade was disinfected. The pungent smell of alcohol filled the air, but it did nothing to alleviate his inner tension.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
