Chapter 149
Shin Hae-ryang tied Zhu Shi’an’s wrists together with parachute cord. John Doe, seemingly feeling a sense of camaraderie, approached Zhu Shi’an and showed him his own bound wrists, waving them. This appeared to be his natural personality.
My right arm has no feeling and it’s cold. Shin Hae-ryang paid no attention to Zhu Shi’an’s complaints. As the bleeding from the shoulder wasn’t stopping, I asked Shin Hae-ryang for just two minutes to stem the bleeding. Shin Hae-ryang, who had been ignoring Zhu Shi’an’s words, reluctantly nodded at me.
“We need to move as quickly as possible.”
At those words, I almost blurted out something like “Then why don’t you help?” but I held back. He would only act for the sake of people with Korean nationality. Well, given his personality, it was something that he didn’t immediately kill someone who had attempted to assassinate him, and didn’t stop me from providing first aid to someone he usually didn’t get along with.
I borrowed scissors from Baek Ae-young and cut up a dry towel from my bag into small pieces. I never thought I’d miss gauze this much. Somehow, Baek Ae-young had done something to the blades of these ordinary scissors, making them extremely sharp. They were sharp enough to cut through bone, and the towel was quickly cut into pieces with a swish-swish sound.
Tumanako helped cut the towel while sniffling beside me. Holding these pieces that were closer to rags than gauze, I took a deep breath in and out. Then I forcefully pushed the towel pieces into Zhu Shi’an’s shoulder where the bullet had passed through, as if planting them with my fingers. Only after filling the cavity created by the bullet with towel pieces was I barely able to stop the bleeding.
As I crudely pushed towel pieces into the hole in the flesh, Tumanako, who had been holding the towel beside me, ran to a corner saying he felt sick. John Doe, who had been standing and watching, was also throwing up next to Tumanako.
During this makeshift hemostasis process, I expected Zhu Shi’an to faint from the pain, but apart from saying it was disgusting and spewing Chinese curses while grimacing, he showed little reaction. Just how strong is that painkiller? When I get back to Korea, I’m going to request a component analysis of this painkiller.
After two minutes passed, people set off with military precision. The corridor of East District was unbearably cold. I couldn’t feel it when I was with Zhu Shi’an due to tension, but now I couldn’t tell if Seo Jihyuk’s shoddy massage had helped or if the painkiller was taking effect.