Chapter 6 The Gray Dome Era 6 Just an ordinary medical student...
There was nothing in Nanmen Jue's wound except for muscle, fat, and blood that had spilled onto the bed.
"Enough!" Qi Mo grabbed her wrist. "You're crazy! Don't you feel pain?"
"It hurts so much!" Nanmen Jue was still smiling, but her lips had visibly lost more color. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she leaned back weakly. "Then, Dr. Qi, if you trust me, please stitch up my wound?"
Qi Mo gripped her hand, loosening and tightening his grip, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
Nanmen Jue met his gaze.
A few seconds later, Qi Mo looked away, his face showing embarrassment: "...I don't know how."
Nanmen Jue: "..."
She forgot that the reincarnators only get a superficial identity; in reality, they are still themselves. Expecting an ordinary person to know how to sew seems a bit unreasonable.
Nanmen Jue didn't speak. She propped herself up and reached for the tools on the preparation table next to her.
But it was a bit far, so she didn't insist and said, "Mind helping me out? Push that table over here."
Qi Mo looked surprised again. "You can?"
He hesitated before pushing the preparation table over. Nanmen Jue picked up a whole bottle of disinfectant alcohol and poured it all onto the wound without blinking.
"Hello……!"
This action startled Qi Mo so much that he almost jumped up, just as there was a knock on the door.
"Professor Qi, what happened? Please answer!"
"It's nothing," Qi Mo answered them first, then looked at Nanmen Jue with an indescribable gaze. Nanmen Jue was clenching his teeth, trembling all over as he lay on the bed, but he didn't utter a sound. "...Who exactly are you in reality?"
Nanmen Jue's vision blurred, and she could barely hear Qi Mo's voice. She couldn't afford to lose consciousness and mobility, so anesthesia couldn't be used. She wanted to disinfect and stop the bleeding as quickly as possible, which was the fastest method.
As soon as she entered, she saw the tools on the preparation table. If Qi Mo had made his move earlier, these life-saving tools would have become deadly weapons.
She bit the hem of her clothes with her teeth, picked up the surgical needles, thread, and scissors, and positioned herself. Under Qi Mo's twitching eyes, she used a needle holder to hold the needle and pierced her own flesh.
"Just an ordinary medical student," she said, her voice muffled and trembling.
Qi Mo remained in a state of shock from beginning to end, watching Nanmen Jue stitch up his wounds with a somewhat clumsy but uninterrupted effort, unable to utter a single word.
He wasn't a newcomer who had only experienced one or two worlds, nor was he unfamiliar with bloody and cruel scenes, but Nanmen Jue was entering the Cycle of Reincarnation for the first time! What does that mean? It means that she had just come from civilized society without any transition, and even started with the collapse of the heavens, but not only did she survive, she could also open her own flesh with a smile.
He had only ever seen such ruthlessness, such perseverance, such courage in those powerful, high-level reincarnators, and those reincarnators had all undergone countless cruel trials to become what they were. His pupils trembled, and he stood to the side, forgetting what he was about to say.
He looked at Nanmen Jue as if he were seeing a legend rising in the cycle of reincarnation.
Instead, Nanmen Jue took the initiative to speak: "Besides the chips, what other side quests do you have?"
Unbeknownst to them, Nanmen Jue had become the one in control of the conversation, and Qi Mo did not object.
In fact, Nanmen Jue didn't care whether he answered or not. She just needed to talk more to keep herself clear-headed. Her eyes weren't on Qi Mo, but were fixed on her trembling but firm fingers.
"If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know," she said with a trembling smile.
"You really can be of help," Qi Mo said.
Nanmen Jue glanced at him amidst his busy schedule.
Qi Mo touched the bridge of his nose. If it were before, he really wouldn't have planned to reveal too much to Nanmen Jue. In his mind, newcomers who came for the first time could only hold him back and couldn't help him with anything. But now he had changed his mind.
"My identity is that of a professor in the Life Society, responsible for conducting monthly physical examinations for the senior members of the Gray Tower," Qi Mo said. "But in reality, I am an undercover agent for the resistance. My mission is to assassinate Zhao Huai Ren, the chief of the Life Society, before the Rebirth Day."
Nanmen Jue's hand paused, and blood immediately stained her fingers.
She reached for the hemostat.
“I’ve already confirmed that you are Zhao Huai Ren’s favorite student. With your help, my mission will be foolproof. Of course, as a reward, I can also help you complete your side quest, or exchange items for you.” Qi Mo said.
“Okay,” Nanmen Jue said. She was at a crucial moment, so her answer was very brief.
Qi Mo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at Nanmen Jue and asked in a strange tone, "One last question, you're a girl, right?"
Nanmen Jue chuckled softly.
"What's going on? I've grown my hair long, but people still mistake my gender. Being too handsome is my fault."
Qi Mo: "..."
Nanmen Jue: "When the main god assigns identities, doesn't he consider gender?"
"The Supreme God doesn't make mistakes, but sometimes he does call men 'princess' or something like that. It was later proven that these were all foreshadowing for the current story," Qi Mo said expressionlessly.
He looked down at the wound that was about to be stitched up, and the gruesome appearance made him frown.
Even in the apocalypse, as a normal human being, he could never get used to seeing such a sight.
"Is this all there is to it?" Seeing that Nanmen Jue was about to put down the clothes after putting down the hemostat, seemingly not intending to continue sewing, he suddenly said, "The gap is a bit too big."
“I’m just a freshman. You wouldn’t expect a freshman to have perfect surgical suturing skills, would you?” Nanmen Jue’s voice grew weaker. “This is my level.”
Qi Mo didn't say much, seemingly believing him.
“Your side mission is to inject fifty rebels with antidepressants, which is not easy,” Qi Mo said. “The chips are already with the rebels, but the machines that produce antidepressants are only in the Gray Tower. You still need to find a way to get them back.”
“Yes…” Nanmen Jue’s eyes were a little unfocused, but he could still manage a smile. “But before that, I have to figure out how to survive the trial.”
Qi Mo fell silent. He knew the importance of the Reverse Essence to this world. This trial was likely to end badly. If it were anyone else, he would have already started burning incense for them. But looking at Nanmen Jue, he suddenly had a strange feeling that she was the one who would survive.
"This is a serious matter. The radiation monsters have been attacking more and more frequently in recent years, and many warriors in the tower have sacrificed their lives. The radiation accumulation is also getting worse, and everyone's only hope is this regressor. To quell public anger, the trial is likely to be held tomorrow, and the Chief may not be able to protect you." Qi Mo's voice added a touch of concern. "Do you have any way to escape the trial now?"
Nanmen Jue did not answer. Qi Mo looked ahead and saw that her eyes, hidden under her dark hair, were tightly closed, as if she had fainted.
Qi Mo took a deep breath, quickly cleaned up the bloodstains on her body, and before turning around to call the soldiers in, he lifted up her clothes and carefully examined the wound on her abdomen again.
There was definitely nothing hidden.
Qi Mo, whether disappointed or relieved, put down the clothes and went to call a female medical staff member to come in and change Nanmen Jue's clothes.
"Where are you taking her?" Qi Mo asked the soldiers before Nanmen Jue was carried away.
"The fifth basement level of the prison, Professor," the soldier replied.
On the fifth basement level, there is a small prison, which is more like a "reflection room for high-ranking personnel" than a prison, and is completely different from the chaotic prison on the ground.
After all the soldiers had left and the door closed, Nanmen Jue, who had seemed to be unconscious and limp, opened his eyes.
The room was pure white, just like the ward. There was only one bed, a set of table and chairs, and a separate washroom. The surveillance camera was in the upper left corner.
Nanmen Jue pretended to wake up groggily, staggered into the bathroom, and as soon as she closed the door, her eyes suddenly cleared.
She then stuck out her tongue and spat out a piece of metal about the size of a No. 1 battery.
Who would have thought that the chip that caused this world to be plunged into chaos was less than the size of a fingernail?
Nanmen Jue inhaled and inserted it back into the deliberately left gap on his stomach.
At this point, her health had dropped to 20.
On her very first day in the apocalypse, her life was almost over. Nanmen Jue looked up and saw a pair of incredibly stubborn eyes in the mirror.
She cannot die in this world; she must find her sister and bring her back to reality.
To avoid drawing attention to her heavy breathing, she turned the tap on full blast.
Even so, the sound of kicking the door came from outside.
"Dr. Nanmen, open the door immediately, Dr. Nanmen!"
Just as Nanmen Jue turned around, he heard a loud bang as the bathroom door was kicked open. Several black and white warriors rushed in and stared at Nanmen Jue, whose face was covered in water.
"Dr. Nanmen, you didn't attempt suicide, did you?"
A soldier glanced at the water tank that had just been used and asked cautiously.
It seems that these people are monitoring her more closely than she imagined.
Nanmen Jue wiped the water droplets from his face, leaned against the wall, and seemed so weak that he could hardly stand. "No, I just sweated and wanted to come in and clean myself up."
The soldiers didn't say much, quickly reassembled the warped door, and then retreated.
Nanmen Jue slowly lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes again.
She really needs to rest right now. All she can do right now is wait and see if either Qi Mo or Zhang Chuxi can be more quick-witted.
There was no clock in the reflection room. Nanmen Jue lay quietly until there was a click at the door and someone walked in.
It wasn't the soldiers' light footsteps; the newcomer's steps and breathing were heavy. He sat down in the only chair, his gaze fixed on Nanmen Jue, who was facing the wall, and let out a soft sigh.
Nanmen Jue slowly opened his eyes, not turning around immediately, and his aged voice quietly rang out.
"Little Jue, don't you want to look back at your old man?"
Xiaojue.
This name, which only her older sister had ever used in real life, made her gasp for breath. Zhao Huai-ren sensed it and sighed again. After a rustling sound, a dry hand touched Nanmen Jue's head.
Nanmen Jue was very averse to being touched by strangers. She suddenly sat up and turned around to see an old man.
His eyebrows were still black, but his hair was completely white, and his eyes were black and bright. At first glance, he really did look somewhat similar to Nanmen Jue.
Zhao Huai Ren sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Nan Men Jue with a gaze that contained heartache, sadness, and worry. He looked tired, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes.
In that instant, Nanmen Jue suddenly thought he was seeing his sister's eyes.
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