The wounds on his back were shocking. Two bullet wounds and one knife wound left traces on his back.

"Donald, you are so lucky!"

"You are still alive. How can I be willing to die? What if someone bullies you? Who will avenge you?" He lay on the bed and let me apply the medicine. My action was very light. I was afraid of hurting him, so I wiped every step carefully.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, I won't." He comforted , "you're so weak. It's like scratching. I'm itching so much that I want to laugh."

"Donald..." I applied the medicine for him and slowly bandaged him. "I've just learned...