I had already come before him.
Looking at his somewhat aged face, I couldn't tell whether it was because he had gone untended for years or because some filth had stained it so badly. To see what he truly looked like, I had to clean his face.
I took out some wet wipes and prepared to wipe his face.
He looked tense and anxious, terror written in both his voice and his eyes.
"Go!" His voice had already been hoarse, and ever since we appeared, he had been shouting and yelling. I was afraid he might lose his voice entirely at this rate.
"Can you stop yelling? Do you not want your voice anymore? Look at yourself—your hands are gone, your feet are gone, even the lower half of your body is gone. If you shout yourself mute too, you won't even be able to speak. What would be the point of staying alive?" I tried to comfort him and calm him down.
Then I pulled out a wet wipe and slowly began wiping his face.
Yuan Jiang kept staring at his face from the side.
Suddenly, Yuan Jiang said, "Doctor, he's that Doctor."
Hearing Yuan Jiang's voice, my heart skipped a beat. I had only wiped away one small corner—how had Yuan Jiang recognized him? But upon closer inspection, the contours of his face really did resemble the Doctor.
What the hell? How had the Doctor ended up like this, placed in such a damned place?
"B-Bai... run... l-leave here..."
It seemed he had exhausted the last of his strength just to say that.
Bai was probably how he was addressing me. He no longer had enough strength to call my full name. He told me to run and leave this place, which meant it was dangerous here—dangerous enough