Today I felt pretty good, so I decided to go to that stream to see if I could set a trap to catch some fish to make soup.
My plan is to cut down some relatively straight shrubs and weave them into a wooden curtain, then fix the curtain at a 20-degree angle in the stream, using the force of the water flow to wash the fish onto the curtain.
This method is the easiest for me right now. I just need to completely block the stream with a wooden curtain, and the fish will naturally stay on the curtain with the help of the water flow. I can then pick them up.
But things never go as planned. I was holding a machete, picking out suitable branches from the bushes near the stream. I had only cut a few branches when I suddenly felt dizzy and my vision went black.
I had a bad feeling in my heart. At that moment, I felt pain in many of my internal organs, as if I was being pricked with needles.
I staggered to the stream to check on my condition.
The water in a backwater near the stream was still at this moment, making it perfect as a mirror.
Through the reflection on the water's surface, I saw a pale face, and bloodshot eyes that were eerily red.
how so!
I was shocked and quickly unwrapped the banana leaf covering my left hand. I was dumbfounded when I saw what was happening.
The wound, which had already scabbed over, was now bulging high, with white pus faintly visible beneath the pale skin.
Oh no! These are clearly symptoms of infection and suppuration. Combined with the waves of pain coming from inside the body, it's probably more than just a simple wound infection.
At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless. If the wound had become infected, I could have treated it and held onto a sliver of hope that it might pull through.
But if even the internal organs are infected, and there are no medical facilities to administer intravenous antibiotics, my chances of survival are as slim as winning the lottery.
Where can we find medical facilities in this vast wilderness? Antibiotics, a highly advanced product of human civilization, are simply a pipe dream here.
Top wasn't far from me, and seeing me suddenly become unsteady on my feet, it seemed worried and quickly ran over to me, squeaking.
I looked at Top with a wry smile and said...
"Top, I think I might not make it through this time."
After a long silence, my eyes were filled with despair. I still couldn't escape this world; it seemed my life was destined to end here.
I let out a long sigh and said to Top,
"Let's go, Top. We don't need to fish today. I'll cook you one last good meal when we get back."
Top didn't understand what I was saying, but when I told it I was going to make something delicious, it grinned at me happily, just like a sensible child.
I tried my best to keep my expression natural despite the pain, because I didn't want Top to worry.
I've even planned to chase Top away after he finishes his meal and block the passage with that spiked security door.
I know that if I don't do this, Top will refuse to leave my body. I'm already infected, and my body will decompose quickly in the rainforest, potentially infecting Top with bacteria.
Top is my one and only best friend in the world, you could even call him a brother. I can't hurt him, so... I'm... sorry, Top.
After Top and I finished eating a meal of boiled pork strips, I found an excuse to send Top away. The moment Top left my residence, I blocked the passage again with the spiked barricades.
Perhaps sensing something was amiss, Top, seeing that I had suddenly blocked the passage, first made two puzzled squeaks, as if asking me what was going on.
Seeing that I didn't respond, it barked even louder.
Hearing Top's cries, my heart ached, my eyes welled up, and tears began to well up in my eyes, but I dared not wipe them away. I still pressed my back tightly against the horse that was pushing me.
I have no hope left. You must live on. I'm sorry, Top, this is all I can do for you.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
Top's cries became even sharper, as if it realized something was wrong, and it started picking up nearby stones and smashing them at Ma Ju.
However, a monkey's strength is limited. Even horses can't break through this barrier, so how could a monkey easily open it?
The sound of the impact was nothing more than a series of heavy hammer blows striking the depths of my heart.
"You damn monkey, go away! Don't worry about me anymore. Go find a place to live a good life!"
I yelled at Top, who was smashing things outside.
Upon hearing my voice, Top paused for a moment, no longer smashing the horse's trestle. Top lowered its voice and squeaked twice, tentatively testing my attitude.
Top doesn't know why I was fine just a moment ago, and then suddenly I'm like this.
Top still held the horse's protruding spike with his hand and pushed it inward, wanting to go in and see what was wrong with him.
In the end, I couldn't bear to keep watching Top push outside, after all, I was the one who brought it to this area.
Even if you're going to leave, you should make sure Top is settled before you go. It's not fair to your friend to just leave like that.
I pulled the horse aside, and Top immediately darted in from outside. It looked me up and down for a while, then scratched its head, clearly not understanding what was going on.
I crouched down, looking at Top with a deep, unsettling gaze, and said...
“You can’t follow me anymore, you know that, Top.”
I sighed, looking at Top as if to say to Top, or perhaps to myself, "My journey has come to an end; there is no possibility of continuing."
Top was getting anxious and scratching its head because I was talking strangely today and it couldn't quite understand me.
“Come on, Top. I’ll take you to a good place, and you can live a good life on your own from now on.” As I said this, I forced a smile at Top.
Top followed behind me as always, and we walked like that, one in front of the other, and the atmosphere became a little lonely for a moment.
At that moment, I was walking forward somewhat aimlessly, perhaps because it had just rained. Then, a small stream of water slid down from a banana leaf and hit a row of ants passing by.
This amount of water is nothing to me, but it's a devastating blow to small ants.
They were swirling in the sticky mud, struggling desperately. How similar this scene was to my current situation, but what could the final outcome be?
The next moment, the ants emerged from the bottom of the muddy water that had completely submerged them. After cleaning themselves off, they continued on their way.
Just then, I inadvertently saw a three-legged golden-backed spider diligently weaving its web on a banana leaf.
Although it only has three legs left, the leg that weaves the spider web is still swift and skillful, and it does not stop because of its defect.
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