Chen Qinghan's eyes showed a hint of panic as he gently placed my head back on the ground, though my neck was still twisted.
"Are you really okay? Do you feel pain?"
"No pain."
I felt frustrated, worried that I would always present myself with a crooked neck.
Chen Qinghan got up and walked towards the shore through the muddy ground, and it was only by following his steps that I realized we were still in the lake.
But the water was gone, leaving only the muddy bottom of the lake. Chen Qinghan walked back to the shore and dragged a stretcher from the medical tent.
Considering my current state, he didn't dare to carry me on his back or in his arms, so he could only drag me on the stretcher.
When he placed my arms on my stomach, I realized that they were as limp as noodles, not only dislocated but also probably broken in several places.
