Chapter 4
Eleven o'clock is the moment when He Jing rushed to the hospital just like in the comic book "Alien".
——There are still three minutes left.
He Jingtong looked down at his bloody arm. Numbness and pain spread throughout his body along the torn area.
But compared to the damage, what he paid more attention to was the appearance of red liquid floating in the air when his blood splashed into the "blank" in front of him.
This also gave him the ability to pull in the next fight with the alien spirit.
Three minutes passes in a flash in ordinary life, but in battle, it seems to be stretched to several years.
He Jingtong quickly dodged another attack from "Red Blood".
His high concentration on the current environment allowed his brain to quickly determine that the man behind him, who was supposed to leave, had stopped.
Therefore, even though he was still looking at something that he couldn't see, He Jingtong did not forget to turn his back to the man behind him and said in a louder voice, "I'm buying time, not for you, my uncle, to use it to daydream."
He Wanchen, who was behind, could only see the young man with his back to him, and quickly took a few steps away from the monster.
He Jingtong half-bent his waist. The pain in his arm made him more rational. His accelerated heartbeat did not affect his estimation of time at all.
He stared at the blood floating in the air like a cheetah aiming at an animal.
He Wanchen at the back gritted his teeth and without saying a word, he chose to carry the patient with a broken bone and rushed towards the safe passage.
But unfortunately, the girl, whose official name is alien but is now just called a monster, will obviously not give up so easily. She has already set her sights on the target.
Almost at the moment when He Jingtong's eyelids drooped and then opened again, the red blood floating in the air was very close to He Wanchen.
The patient in his arms looked at the strange red color and screamed out involuntarily: "Ahhhhh——!"
But the next second, the patient made a strange sound, "Ugh." In front of He Wanchen's eyes, all that was left was the strange posture of the patient's neck tilted to one side.
There was no blood splattering all over his face, but there was just a more obvious sound of bones breaking.
It was obviously not a bloody scene, but He Wanchen held the patient's hand tightly, but in an instant he became so weak that he could no longer support himself.
He Wanchen was filled with devastation. In his sight, the strange girl in hospital gown was using her hands, which looked like cat claws, to aim at his pupils little by little...
But suddenly, everything was interrupted by a cold voice that suddenly interrupted the scene.
"A broken larynx doesn't cause death on the spot like in TV dramas."
He Jingtong used his bloody arm to block the monster from getting closer to He Wanchen again.
One second and five meters is the speed that can be achieved in long-distance running. However, the reaction in the starting phase and the time consumed in the process of limb movement make this speed so incredible.
He Jingtong's heartbeat was no longer at the level of skipping a beat; it had already reached its limit.
One minute left.
As fear rose again on He Wanchen's face, He Jingtong suddenly found that his vision was rapidly moving backwards until his body hit the wall of the hospital heavily and fell to the ground.
The boy's consciousness was confused for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.
In He Jingtong's hazy vision, He Wanchen was holding the silent patient and kept twisting and moving behind him.
My uncle can't die.
Otherwise, resisting the setting of fate would just be a joke.
He Jingtong lay on the ground and coughed heavily.
The feeling of the dirty fragments mixed with blood rushing up his throat, which only appeared in text, made the boy sigh: "I am really honored."
Time is still flowing and everything has not stopped.
He Jingtong climbed up from the ground.
There were only five seconds left until eleven o'clock.
At the same time, He Wanchen's right hand was ruthlessly broken by the monstrous spirit.
The young man's muffled groan echoed in the air, but the patient with a broken larynx was held tightly by him with all his strength.
It seemed that the only thing he could do now was to lean forward and use his back to protect the patient whose life or death was unknown.
He did the same.
——Four seconds left.
Even He Wanchen's left wrist felt the piercing cold.
With another "crack", the sweat on He Wanchen's forehead slid into his eye sockets, causing him to feel so much pain that his eyes, which were already bloodshot, closed unconsciously, with his brows wrinkled.
Three seconds.
The monster's next target will be He Wanchen's feet.
Two seconds.
The alien's sharp nails scratched the skin on He Wanchen's ankle, and blood oozed out.
One second...
When He Wanchen was ready to have his ankle twisted and shattered, He Jing moved at the same time.
Or perhaps, the popularity of the comics also moved along with it.
The boy, who didn't look seriously injured at all, quickly ran to the monster that was squatting at a twisted angle and trying to break He Wanchen's ankle.
Eleven o'clock.
The murky yellow color inside the corridor obscured the original bright and clean windows, and was reflected in He Jingtong's eyes for a moment.
The system's notification sounded at the same time: [Comic popularity value +100. ]
Before He Jingtong's even-tempered voice came to an end, he quickly responded in his heart: [Redeem all pain shields.]
There are many things related to the Otherworld in the Four-Dimensional System Mall. Those things seem to be generated based on the settings in the comic "The Otherworld", and are specifically designed to provide various power bonuses for the binders.
Fighting skills, equipment that increases soul power, weapons that increase lethality, these are all gorgeous and powerful, but for He Jingtong, what really caught his eye was the "Pain Shield" at the bottom of the system mall.
[Pain shielding time +100 minutes. ]
The injuries on my body were no longer painful, and the desire to test the influence of the original "Oddity" on the present was once again deepened.
He Jingtong, who was unable to awaken his soul power at the moment, immediately dragged He Wanchen and the patient out of the monster's fingertips.
The distance of only ten centimeters made He Wanchen raise his head suddenly.
In the blurred vision, He Jingtong noticed his gaze and responded with a standard smile.
However, there were some bloodstains on the boy's face which he himself had not even noticed.
"Give me the patient." He Jingtong did not give He Wanchen time to hesitate. He immediately held the patient in his arms, clasped his left hand tightly, lifted his right knee, and supported the patient's body with his legs. At the same time, his bloody right hand pulled up the weak He Wanchen.
As he pushed the young man and ran towards the safe passage with him, He Jingtong quickly said, "Now is the time for me to tell my uncle to run fast."
Behind him, the alien spirit was staring blankly at the blood dripping from his fingertips.
After everything became visible, He Jingtong could clearly see the furious look that instantly appeared on the alien's face after the daze as he turned aside.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——!” a sound so sharp that it seemed to pierce through the eardrum rang out.
"How come you made me lose my legs, but you can still run and jump!"
The extremely high-decibel sound kept echoing in the empty hospital corridor.
Even though he was dizzy from the shock, He Jingtong never turned back.
My mind had long forgotten about the excessive blood loss.
He Jingtong's mind is now full of thoughts: if He Wanchen did not die and did not awaken his soul power, and escaped to other floors, then what would happen to the aliens who were destined to die on this floor in the original "Alien" comics?
Is it to disrupt the entire hospital without being bound by the rules, or to be trapped and die on this floor?
There was no escape at all. The boy was nervous and anxious, and the sound of his heartbeat gradually accelerated in his chest.
In addition to the effects of the exercise during the escape, He Jingtong knew that the obviously accelerated heart rate was due to the fact that he was now challenging the "rules", challenging the settings, and challenging the authority. Unconsciously, a spot of blood splashed on Meihua's face, and a real smile different from the standard smile appeared.
After a surprised glance, He Wanchen's sight was left with only He Jingtong's gloomy expression.
The man just thought he was wrong.
In order not to be held back by He Jingtong who was holding the patient, He Wanchen quickly ran towards the stairs. However, because of the swinging of his broken arm while running, He Wanchen's face turned pale. However, he still told He Jingtong in a trembling voice: "I have asked other patients to notify the downstairs..."
This inpatient ward is located on the top floor.
He Wanchen's overly trembling voice made He Jing react to the man's thoughts at the same moment. The young man reacted very quickly and said, "It is indeed shameful to run away when facing danger, but we have bought a lot of time for the people downstairs. If they still stay here to watch the excitement, they will not blame us even if they die."
Would the protagonist of a boys' comic say something like this?
Others may not know, but He Jingtong definitely will.
He knew that He Wanchen was wondering what would happen if their escape downwards brought disaster to other patients.
Sensitive people are suitable to be doctors, but they are not suitable to be doctors. He Wanchen can discover the symptoms of patients and judge the corresponding solutions the fastest, but he has no ability to save himself in times of crisis.
He Jingtong secretly evaluated his uncle's mentality and held the patient with a broken larynx tightly in his arms. He quickly ran down the safety passage and added, "Compared to the other patients whose conditions are unknown, isn't the one in my arms more important right now?"
A broken larynx won't cause immediate death, but that doesn't mean you won't die in the future.
After descending two floors in a row, the sound of explosions that were just around the corner made He Jingtong certain of his fate. Just like the name of the work "Oddity", he was particularly fond of oddities.
Collapsed staircase debris
It struck the bottom of the stairs for a while before an echoing dull thump was heard.
He Jingtong quickly tore off the white coat that He Wanchen was wearing. Before the young man's brain could catch up, he had already tied the patient's body to He Wanchen's chest.
The broken wrist made it difficult for He Wanchen to stabilize the patient's body, but the arm that could still be used as a lever allowed He Wanchen to still be able to lead the patient to escape.
He Jingtong said nothing, just pointed down the corridor and left He Wanchen with his back again.
It was just that without my uncle knowing, the thing that was equivalent to the rules of fate was like a tempered glass that was hit on the corner and was instantly covered with cracks.
Just raise your hand to touch it again and everything will be shattered.
The same "sudden understanding in an instant" in the comics was also turned into a real thing and celebrated by the scene and perception.
The boy looked up at the ghost jumping down from the corridor on the second floor and smiled again. !