The medic looked at his face, covered in blood and shards of glass, and felt a pang of deep sympathy. "Captain Liang," the medic said softly, "please, bear with it. I’m going to pick the glass shards out for you now."
The moment the sharp tweezers touched his cheek, a piercing pain flared up again. Liang Song’s body shuddered slightly, but he quickly forced himself to remain calm. He gripped his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, while sweat rolled continuously down his forehead. Every shard removed felt like a stabbing pain in his nerves, yet he bit his teeth together and did not let out a single groan.
Just as the medic was focused on treating the wound, Liang Song parted his dry, cracked lips and spoke in a weak but firm voice:
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