Chapter 11 The Gray Dome 11 You're even more fragile than Lin Daiyu! ...
The young soldier sprang up suddenly, almost jumping up despite his serious injuries.
He stared wide-eyed as Nanmen Jue reached out and grabbed his heart, making a hissing sound from his throat.
He wanted to say, "Are you saving someone or killing them? What deep-seated grudge do we have that we want to finish him off on the battlefield?" But he could do nothing and could only let Nanmen Jue squeeze his heart, again and again.
His heart, which had nearly stopped beating, started beating again, and color returned to his ashen face. Although he was extremely weak, he was indeed alive and had regained his vitality.
As a staunch warrior of the Gray Tower, he hadn't lost consciousness even at this point, and his vision was gradually clearing. He tried his best to look towards the South Gate, but could only see his helmet. The South Gate looked at him, and a hint of red from the corner of her eye was etched into his pupils.
Then he watched as Nanmen Jue pulled a bright red thing out of his chest cavity.
"What is this...?" he asked in an almost inaudible voice.
“Your arteries,” Nanmenjue said, “if the bleeding doesn’t stop, you won’t die from your exposed heart, but from blood loss.”
The soldier stared blankly, what could he say? He could only watch helplessly as Nanmen Jue manually tied a knot in his vein, his eyes wide with fury.
Finally, Nanmen Jue took out surgical disinfectant alcohol from his medical kit and glanced at him.
Even though she was wearing a helmet, he felt a chilling sense of impending death.
"No……"
When his refusal was ignored, Nanmen Jue opened the bottle of alcohol and poured the entire contents into his wound.
Soldier:"!!!"
The agonizing screams were silenced by the punctured trachea.
Having done all this, Nanmen Jue stood up. The battle was about to end, and she needed to find a way to escape.
The soldier asked vaguely, "Who...are you?"
Nanmen Jue did not answer.
She had run out of weapons in her bag, so she simply threw them away, keeping only the last remaining gun and her medical kit.
She said she was going to leave, but when she saw the wounded and struggling soldiers, she lowered her leg. Even though she had already walked away, she still shouted in frustration and despair, grabbed her medical kit, and rushed over.
She didn't know how many people she had saved. Her legs were weak and her head was throbbing. At this point, she was no longer fully conscious. She stopped the bleeding of the last person who was still breathing next to her. She stood up again, her body trembling, but her back was surprisingly straight. She walked step by step into the distance, stepping over mountains of corpses.
However, before she could get far, several soldiers with guns surrounded her.
The voices of these people no longer carried the resentment and coldness of before, but rather a sense of caution.
"Dr. Nanmen, please lay down your weapons and come back with us."
Nanmen Jue closed his eyes, swayed twice, and then collapsed.
...
When he regained consciousness, the strong smell of disinfectant and the stench of oxygen filled his nostrils. Nanmen Jue moved his neck and heard the familiar sound of chains.
Her neck, wrists, and ankles were locked up again, this time to the hospital bed.
Her first instinct wasn't to call for help, but to open the task panel.
[Each radiated monster killed earns 100 points; failure does not deduct points. (Current progress: 68 low-level monsters, 3 mid-level monsters, totaling 7700 points)]
She has 7700 points!
She took a big step closer to zeroing out her life-threatening injuries; her efforts were worthwhile.
Although he was so busy rushing towards the wounded that he didn't even know what he was doing or whether his men were alive, otherwise he could have killed a few more.
What a pity, what a pity.
Thinking this way, she didn't feel much regret.
However, it turns out that the radiation monsters are differentiated by level. She killed them indiscriminately without noticing the difference. According to this ratio, a mid-level monster should be worth 300 points, and it seems there are even more high-level monsters worth a few points... Nanmen Jue started to calculate.
The ventilator was beeping by the bedside. She moved her neck forcefully, and the alarm by the bedside immediately went off.
Nanmen Jue then realized that something was also being put on her head, tightly constricting it. She felt as if needles were piercing her brain, causing her excruciating pain with every movement.
The sound of the door opening reached her ears, and Nanmen Jue looked over with blurry vision, only to see that it was not Zhao Huai Ren as she had imagined, nor Lin Suwen, nor even Qi Mo, but someone she never expected.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses who sat next to Lin Suwen in the courtroom.
"Hello, Dr. Nanmen, I am Xu Yang, President Lin's first secretary," the man said gently. "You may not be able to see clearly after wearing the brain therapy device."
Nanmen Jue couldn't move at all and could only squint at him.
Xu Yang smiled at her, "It's so good that you've woken up. President Lin originally wanted to come and offer his condolences as soon as possible, but because of the accident that happened earlier, he couldn't leave for the time being, so he sent me to check on your condition."
The previous incident? Wasn't it about her breaking free from the script and telling the public the truth? That's why the secretary called her.
Nanmen Jue felt no remorse whatsoever for this.
She couldn't move on her own, and Xu Yang showed no intention of removing her ventilator, so she could only look at him with her eyes, trying to convey that she needed to say something quickly.
Xu Yang did not continue speaking. He lowered his head and stared at Nanmen Jue. Nanmen Jue sensed a hint of danger and his eyes became wary.
"Please forgive me, I was just a little curious about you." There was something strange in Xu Yang's voice. "You went through so much trouble to steal the chip, but then gave it to Zhang Chuxi before leaving. You deliberately stirred up trouble to leave, but then chose to stay and save people. Why did you give up the chance to leave and stay to save people?"
As he said this, he reached out and removed Nanmenjue's oxygen mask.
Nanmen Jue coughed a few times, and Xu Yang waited patiently.
"Because I'm a really good person," Nanmen Jue said in a weak but confident voice.
Xu Yang was silent for a moment, then smiled again, "He does seem to be a good person, and only in this way can your behavior be explained."
"Is there anything else? You've seen the person, so leave if there's nothing else," Nanmen Jue said. "Your smile makes me uncomfortable, and staying by my bedside too long will delay my recovery."
Xu Yang's lips twitched. "Do you talk to everyone like that?"
Nanmen Jue was too lazy to answer, so he simply closed his eyes.
She heard Xu Yang rustling for a while, and then the oxygen mask was put back on her face. She suddenly felt something was wrong; it wasn't the usual foul smell of oxygen. Before she could figure it out, a strong feeling of dizziness hit her, and her consciousness immediately began to wander.
This is definitely not oxygen!
Nanmen Jue struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurring into patches of color. The black patch representing Xu Yang turned and walked out of the ward, followed by the click of the lock clicking shut.
not good.
This was the second time Nanmen Jue had felt death so close since the previous battle. She held her breath and struggled to move her hands and feet, but they were bound tightly and she couldn't move at all.
Damn it, she was too careless. She actually closed her eyes when there were people of unknown background present. Nanmen Jue's eyes were fierce. This time she was doomed. If only she hadn't died...
She used all her strength to break free from the chains binding her hands. The aching pain from the wear and tear grew weaker and weaker in her dulled mind, and her consciousness drifted further and further away... Suddenly, with a bang, the locked door was kicked open.
Nanmen Jue's spirits lifted, and she barely managed to lift her eyes to look. She saw another black and white shape approaching. She couldn't make a sound, and could only blink frantically.
Just before she completely lost consciousness, the other person understood what she meant and suddenly removed her mask.
Nanmen Jue gasped for breath. Hearing a hissing sound beside her, she forced herself to stay conscious and hissed, "Untie it."
The person seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still untied one of her hands.
Nanmen Jue's free hand groped around, but found nothing. So she brought her forearm to her lips and bit down with the most force she could muster at the moment.
"What...are you doing!"
The voice was so urgent that it was almost inaudible. Someone came over and tried to pull her away. Nanmen Jue bit her arm tightly, blood flowing into her mouth and between her teeth. The intense pain brought her back to consciousness, and she also heard the alarm in the ward.
People filed in, and Nanmen Jue heard a commotion.
"Young Master Heting, what are you doing here? You can't get out of bed yet, go back to your bed right now!"
It was Zhao Huai-ren's voice.
Upon hearing that Zhao Huai Ren had arrived, Nanmen Jue finally relaxed. Someone pried open her eyelids, and a bright light shone into her pupils.
"Why does it smell like Luo Meixin? Who arranged for Luo Meixin to be there for her?"
This was the first time she had heard this usually composed and melancholic old man speak in such a furious voice.
"Prepare for emergency treatment! He Ting, you can go out first."
A warm, dry hand patted Nanmen Jue's face. "Stay conscious, don't fall asleep, Xiao Jue. It's Luo Meixin. I'll pump your stomach right away. Don't fall asleep!"
“Not the stomach,” Nanmen Jue said weakly, “the oxygen mask…”
Zhao Huai-ren immediately understood and picked up the oxygen mask, letting out a startled gasp.
Then came a series of emergency measures. Nanmen Jue was dizzy and felt two thin, long tubes being inserted into her nasal cavity, as if they were being pierced all the way into her brain. She wanted to sneeze, but couldn't sneeze at all. She was caught in a feeling that she was both miserable and ridiculous.
"Professor, Dr. Nanmen seems to be... laughing?"
The assistant's voice was filled with almost fearful doubt; anyone would find it eerie to see someone who had almost died smiling during resuscitation.
Nanmen Jue doesn't even allow me to smile? I'll see who's so timid when she wakes up.
To keep herself from losing consciousness, she thought of a whole bunch of random things, from childhood fights to the battlefield she had just experienced. After killing Zhu Wenjie and Xu Yang dozens of times in her mind, the chaotic thoughts finally stopped.
All the tubes, big and small, were removed from her body, leaving only two in her nose. After all this, Nanmen Jue's health bar immediately went red.
Health Points: 15 (Critically Critical)
You're even more fragile than Lin Daiyu right now!
Nanmen Jue: "..."
Why does entering a critical state also come with the taunts of the main god?
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