"Good man, brother, haha, I'm... I'm injured, pretty badly, not sure if I can be saved, but right now, I just want a sip of water, do you have any?"
Pan Guoliang, ever the easygoing one, reached out to Zhang Su, who was standing by the hatch, asking for water with his usual optimistic smile on his face.
Zhang Su gestured to the people around him, saying, "Get me a bottle of water."
"Catch, Brother Su."
Wu Lue quickly pulled a thermal flask from his bag and tossed it over.
Zhang Su caught the thermal flask, squatted down, and let it drop straight to Pan Guoliang's side.
"Ah, water is a good thing, but if there was a bit of liquor, that would be even better!"
Muttering, Pan Guoliang struggled to unscrew the flask and chugged a few gulps.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Su observed Pan Guoliang's general condition. His rib area clothing had a big rip, likely where he'd been cut, but to see the exact injury, the clothing would need to be removed.
