Before long, Zhāng had reached the end of his fall and crashed onto what seemed like a dirt covered ground, but thankfully, the winds had shifted his trajectory just enough that he managed to land on the grassy part of the terra firma, albeit with quite a loud thud and managed to kick up quite a large dust cloud and even sent little pebbles flying everywhere from out of the impact crater.
If anyone were to look, they would find his limbs laying askew, though thanks to the thick grass and soft mud and dirt cushioning his impact, still alive and not dead as he had expected to be from his situation. His white coat as well as the rest of his semi formal attire was now dirtied all over and his stethoscope and other physician's tools now lay strewn all around him, most of them broken due to the crash landing. Of course, he didn't realize any of this because he was currently knocked out cold from the impact force of his crash landing.
If anyone were to look, they would find his limbs laying askew, though thanks to the thick grass and soft mud and dirt cushioning his impact, still alive and not dead as he had expected to be from his situation. His white coat as well as the rest of his semi formal attire was now dirtied all over and his stethoscope and other physician's tools now lay strewn all around him, most of them broken due to the crash landing. Of course, he didn't realize any of this because he was currently knocked out cold from the impact force of his crash landing.
