Dangnanah is desperately treating Cheong's wounds while sitting cross-legged.

“I can’t, I can’t live… I can’t live…”

Pouring the hemostatic powder and thickly applying the ointment, her hands, which had been climbing up from Cheong's thigh, stop abruptly at her chest. No, why, really, really…

Dangnanah's vision blurs with moisture.

It’s a miracle that Cheong is still alive, considering her body is not severed in half by the attack, and despite knowing that her muscles are as hard as iron and resistant to needles, it’s astonishing that her abdomen hasn’t split open, spilling her insides.

Dangnanah shivers, thinking, what, why …