Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Two hours passed. The group stopped their pace to satiate their hunger. They had been walking continuously in those two hours. They're not some tireless machines, after all.

Caleb munched the meat in his hands. The origin of the wild beast, he didn't know. These meats are from the periphery of the Quincy Mountain Range. One beast among the fifty.

Although it lacked the taste of modern meats due to a lack of spices. The quality of the meats of wild beasts actually surpassed the ones from Earth. They are more tender and it had a rich aroma that would make meat lovers drool.

Fatty, on the other hand, appetite. His lips were dry, and it was as if he was drained of energy.

Suddenly, Caleb squinted. He saw blood sip from the corners of his lips. 'Is he sick or what?'

Caleb patted Fatty, then he felt that his body temperature was unnaturally low. He found it hard to believe that just a mere wound, even if it was deep, was enough to put a person in such a situation.

"Fatty, are you okay? You look like a dying man." Caleb put his hands on Fatty's vital signs, but he didn't feel abnormalities.

Fatty coughed a mouthful of blood. Then turned his head at Johan and forced out a smile on his, albeit lethargic.

"I don't know. My body feels light and I'm currently a bit dizzy."

"It's likely that the golem had hit him somewhere in the body that he hadn't noticed."

"What do we do now?" Luna looked at his friend with a worried expression.

Fushigiro sighed.

"Just let him rest on my back for now. He would be okay."

Jin stared at Fatty and Fushigiro for a moment. Then his gaze landed on the blood in Fatty's mouth. "He's having an internal bleeding. The golem must have hit him with a blunt attack."

"But I don't remember him getting hit with the mini-golem's fist." Andre frowned.

Caleb's look became pensive and his eyes became cold. He took a deep breath and smiled. "There's no use thinking about it now. I suggest we move before the night falls. We don't know how the night is here after all. Who knows, some kind of Apokalips roam on this mountain." He said jokingly.

"We can't say for sure." Jin chuckled.

Fushigiro and Dunn nodded. While Andre, Luna, and Clifford looked at Fatty with worried eyes. After all, they knew their friend the best. Fatty even skipped his meals. He loves food. It means how serious the situation was and how bad his condition was.

"Well, the water in our canteen our empty. Let me fill them first." Caleb offered.

"Okay, drinks are important. We have to stay hydrated. This damned sun is affecting my mood." Sweat after sweat trickled down Dunn's face.

"Let me assist you, then."

Hearing Luna's proposal, Caleb smiled warily. "Don't worry. I can manage it myself."

Since there were no water bottles in their house. What they use are Canteens. So what the fuck is that you say?

Canteens are made of metal, leather, or wood and are widely used for carrying water. Metal canteens, often made of tin or aluminum, were popular among soldiers and travelers due to their durability. Leather canteens were also common and typically featured an inner lining to hold water. Of course, Caleb googled this in the past.

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With that, they completely traversed the mountain. Fatty became weaker and weaker... To the point that he became as pale as Caleb and he started to shiver every once in a while.

He spent most of his time in a state of unconsciousness, a refuge from the agonizing pain and fatigue that enveloped him. Each time he slipped into slumber, it was as though he was teetering on the precipice of life and death.

No one in the group was well-versed in the Art of Medicine. Even Caleb, who came from Earth, was helpless. After all, although he knew anatomy, that didn't have anything to do with the damage to Fatty's internal organs. Although he has a good grasp of the theory of medicine. It was just theory. He can't really put it to practice or Fatty would just die faster.

His face, once filled with vitality, had turned as pale as fresh snow. The weakening grip of life was evident in every feeble breath he took. The most alarming sign was the blood he coughed up, a deep crimson that contrasted sharply with the pallor of his skin. This indicated that the internal bleeding was not relenting, and it was now affecting his respiratory system.

The fatality of his condition loomed ominously. Severe internal bleeding, left untreated, can lead to several life-threatening complications. It gripped Caleb's heart seeing his friend's condition. Among the four teenagers, he had a good impression of Fatty the most. Although the bastard has a rude, poisonous mouth. He was not pretentious and was actually straightforward expressing his likes and dislikes. No scheming, machinations, or mind games. He found it relaxing when he was around him, plus he also has good humor.

'What can I do?' Caleb knew the fatality of Fatty's condition. Severe internal bleeding, left untreated, can lead to several life-threatening complications.

First, the loss of blood volume caused by internal bleeding can result in hypovolemic shock. This condition severely limits the heart's ability to pump blood, leading to a drop in blood pressure and inadequate oxygen supply to vital organs.

Second, the continued loss of blood deprives organs of the oxygen and nutrients they need to function properly. Organ failure can occur, affecting the heart, lungs, kidneys, and more.

Third, inadequate blood supply to the brain can lead to irreversible brain damage, affecting cognitive function and consciousness.

Lastly, the strain on the heart from attempting to compensate for the blood loss can eventually lead to cardiac arrest, where the heart stops beating altogether.

Caleb really hopes that each of the above won't happen. However, Fatty was already displaying the symptoms.

'Fuck it! How did this happen? Is it really the strange golem that caused it?' Caleb felt a rush of emotions.