Feng Ju didn't die.
It was a day later when he woke up from anesthesia.
He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the stark white walls around him; his heart at that moment was the same color as those walls.
"I'm still alive, but have I become disabled, losing an arm?!!"
This was his last thought before passing out, and the thought that kept echoing in his mind when he woke up.
Regret and fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand, tearing at it mercilessly, causing his chest to feel suffocated, his throat blocked, making him wish he could just faint and never wake up again.
Unfortunately, the nightmare called reality does not allow anyone to escape.
His chest was bandaged tightly, and his shoulder was wrapped in gauze, stained with blood. The pain, once the anesthesia wore off, stimulated his nerves, but it was not even a fraction of the pain in his soul.
