Qin Siyang lay facedown across the seat, pain and weakness stripping him of his usual liveliness.
Like a dead dog.
Bloody fluid dribbled from his mouth onto the floor of the Capsule Pod, forming a dark red puddle.
He felt like a pair of bellows. With every breath, more blood bubbled out of his back.
He could even feel air pouring into his chest through the wound in his back.
But the flames fed by bellows would burn ever brighter.
The flame of his life was fading.
There was still some commotion around him.
Li Tianming's voice was tense and frantic. "Xiao Qin's losing too much blood! Hao Liang, where's your medicine? Where's that potion you used to reattach a hand?"
Hao Liang rummaged through bottles and jars, which clinked sharply together. "I already gave you the medicine to stop the bleeding! The potion I used on the hand can only reattach severed limbs, not repair organs! In his condition, we need a professional here as soon as possible!"
Zhang Kuang asked, "Old Li, can you call Chen Fenghe and ask her what to do?"
"She's at the Centralized Assessment right now. I can't reach her! Besides, she's in Area No. 9. It'd take a day to get there. There's no time!"
Qin Siyang stopped straining to listen to them.
He seemed to have little energy left.
Lu Daoxing and Zhang Kuang were discussing something anxiously, Hao Liang was still rummaging through his backpack, and Li Tianming was on the phone with someone.
But all that noise was drowned out by a rhythmic beating.
"Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-"
"Thump-thump-thump-thump-"
"Thump-thump-"
He could hear his heartbeat growing slower and weaker.
He was dying.
The darkness around him deepened.
He could no longer tell whether this was what the Capsule Pod really looked like