Special Forces Medic

Chapter 882 - 855: The Urge to Die

"Is Si Ye’s matter taken care of? It seems like I saw the target still alive?"

"It’s just a clown, after all. Can you contact that brother? This is taking quite long."

"Is Si Ye losing trust in our Dan Clan people?"

"It’s not about distrust; one needs to be cautious in doing things." The small glass bottle on the wooden table was still there, with not a drop of blood missing inside.

"Shouldn’t be long now."

A scream echoed from below, and Si Ye’s face showed an obvious fury. Such a well-kept face, yet so mismatched with the heart inside.

Somehow, the already dying Charles suddenly launched a final attack towards the big guy’s abdomen, wielding a screwdriver in his hand and stabbing it into the big guy’s lower abdomen, blood gushing out, terrifying those watching.

"The world is down one more man."

The mutilated scene was unbearable to watch, the big guy collapsed on the ground, rolling while clutching his groin, and Charles, leaning against the machine, tried to stand up, but kept slipping down.

With a bang, a bullet pierced through the big guy’s forehead, and the wailing stopped. Then the gun was pointed at Charles again, the cold eyes showing no warmth.

Dying under his own gun, Charles thought, taking down that one was not so bad.

"Si Ye, hasn’t Charles always been your kept dog? Why did the dog bite back now?"

"Because I killed his woman."

"Ah!"

Lao Zhao’s gun never fired a bullet. Without hearing a second shot, Si Ye slowly walked to the window, and the man standing before Charles was the Scarred Man.

"Move aside!"

"Does Director Zhao want to kill him? Even without your bullet, he won’t live long."

"Don’t think that being part of the Dan Clan allows you to break the rules here at will."

"Lao Zhao, let him up, don’t bother with Charles." Receiving the order, Lao Zhao put away his gun and suddenly stopped, turning to stare at the Scarred Man. "You are..."

The Scarred Man curled his lips. "I am? What am I?"

"I won’t let you get near the Master!"

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao, who seemed already middle-aged, attacked with ruthless precision, clawing at the Scarred Man’s shoulder, ripping the clothes where his fingers reached.

"Director Zhao really is full of hidden depths!" Throwing aside what was in his hand, a human head rolled out.

"You three really are great actors, almost fooled by you." Si Ye saw the situation clearly below, clapping for the three still seated there. "Since when did the Dan Clan start collaborating with the Xiao Family?"

"The Dan Clan owed the Xiao Family a favor, now it’s repaid. The rest is up to you, Si Ye, we will take our leave."

"Trying to leave?"

"Does Si Ye really want to make enemies with the Dan Clan? With your ability, dealing with one of us is fine, but all three at once, you might suffer."

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the three descended ostentatiously, ignoring the two still fighting below.

A white figure descended slowly, separating the two with a raised-hand kick.

"Si Ye!" Young Master Xiao removed a human-skin mask, revealing his true face.

"Young Master Xiao! Do you really think this will make me surrender?" Si Ye pulled Lao Zhao back a few steps, and the henchmen immediately moved in to shield her.

"Does Si Ye think you can escape?"

"Heh, how would you know without trying?" Retreating under protection, facing the person in front, Xiao Lin didn’t take it seriously, taking a step forward and leaping ahead.

A black figure darted out from the side, swinging a punch at Xiao Lin’s critical area as he launched his first attack, forcing Xiao Lin back to his original spot.

"It’s you!" Stabilizing his stance, Xiao Lin faced Mu Rongyun. His surprised eyes stared at him, seemingly questioning with dark pupils, why?

"I said you couldn’t save Wu Shuang. I will take your life as compensation." Mu Rongyun uttered each word through clenched teeth.

"Wu Shuang?" Xiao Lin stared incredulously at Mu Rongyun. The medicine left by Fourth Master was handed over to Mu Rongyun by Shou. He personally tested it and found no poison. "No, that’s impossible."

Mu Rongyun laughed contemptuously when he heard the words "impossible."

"Fourth Master?" Xiao Lin suddenly realized what was going on. By testing the medicine on himself, it was like filtering the poison through his own body, rendering it ineffective. "Move aside!" Xiao Lin said, lowering his voice to Mu Rongyun, who blocked his way.

"Only by killing you will I get the antidote."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Fourth Master let out an amused sound, surrounded by others. "Young Master Xiao, between family and love, you chose family. Unfortunately, others don’t appreciate it. Now you’ve lost both love and family, and you might soon lose your current woman too."

With tightly clenched fists, Xiao Lin turned around and picked up Charles, who was lying on the ground. A shadow flashed, and Mu Rongyun blocked his path.

"Are you going to be my enemy?" Xiao Lin asked Mu Rongyun, who remained silently unresponsive.

"Young Master Xiao, why don’t we make one last bet, with the condition being the antidote?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Isn’t it simple? The person is right here. I’ll test the medicine first, and Mu Rongyun can diagnose if the woman recovers. Then I’ll drain all your blood, how about it?" Fourth Master pushed aside the people in front of him, laughing behind his hand. "We’re now playing a game of choosing between family and life. You can refuse. This person wanted you dead. Do you really want such family ties?"

"Were you involved?" Xiao Lin didn’t care what Fourth Master was saying; he just wanted to ask Mu Rongyun.

"No!"

"Deal."

Fourth Master’s eyes gleamed like he’d found a treasure, his gaze nakedly roving over Xiao Lin, as if he could see through his clothes to the veins beneath, greedy like a vampire craving fresh blood.

"Bring that woman out."

Mu Rongyun was the first to act. Xiao Lin saw him and noticed Mu Rongyun’s nervousness when he saw Wu Shuang. The person who hadn’t come to find him on time had actually been with his woman, and at this moment, he believed Mu Rongyun’s ’No.’

"Fourth Master keeps his word. You want me, let the others go," Xiao Lin said from a high place, placing Charles beside him, pressing his right hand on the injured part. The bones were shattered, and bone spurs could be felt clearly from the surface, making survival unlikely, especially with the ongoing blood loss.

Fourth Master watched Xiao Lin apply several techniques to Charles, stopping the blood flow at several points on his body before turning back. His eyes went into a daze for a moment. "Young Master Xiao truly deserves the title of military doctor. Even in such a situation, he doesn’t forget to save others. I’m truly touched."

"Let’s start!" Xiao Lin didn’t waste words. "I leave Wu Shuang and Charles to you." He didn’t believe Fourth Master would let all three of them go. If Mu Rongyun were there, then Charles might have a chance to live.

Wu Shuang’s face was ashen, her body convulsing constantly, as if all the body’s nerves were being pulled taut. Her whimpers grew louder, and Fourth Master extended two fingers, using the same technique as Xiao Lin, pressing several acupoints on Wu Shuang’s body, then tilted her chin with a finger and slowly dripped twenty milliliters of blood into her mouth from a syringe.

As the dark blood in his own body flowed into Wu Shuang’s mouth, Xiao Lin suddenly had a death wish, followed by unprecedented rage.

Fourth Master raised the corners of his mouth, observing all of Xiao Lin’s expressions. "Young Master Xiao must really want to know why, right?" He chuckled, dropping the bottle from his hand. "This was the only twenty milliliters I preserved from the Middle East last time. If someone had switched it just now, no amount of your blood would save this woman."

"Why?" Xiao Lin had used his blood to save Wu Shuang before, but it hadn’t worked.

"The first time, you used quite a lot, right? But your blood isn’t omnipotent. Blood without sedimentation is just blood." Fourth Master shook the blood collection device in his hand. "Of course, if you’d used your blood at the start of the second time, this woman would have recovered by now."

"Lies!" Xiao Lin spat out the words as Mu Rongyun walked over to Wu Shuang, checking her pulse, listening carefully.

"Coroner Mu, based on your medical knowledge, is this woman out of danger?"

"I can’t be certain yet, half an hour." Mu Rongyun massaged Wu Shuang’s hands and feet, stiff from convulsions.

"Fine, you have another half hour," Fourth Master shrugged indifferently. "Young Master Xiao, should we go upstairs? Or do you want me to drain your blood in front of these people?"

"Half an hour later!"

"Lao Zhao, clean up the scene and get rid of that eyesore," Fourth Master said, toying with the blood collection device. Half an hour wasn’t long, but waiting was always a bit boring.

Mu Rongyun stayed by Wu Shuang’s side the entire time. Xiao Lin carried Charles over. "It’s up to you now," he said, looking at Wu Shuang, who was starting to regain color. Xiao Lin beckoned to Fourth Master.

"What to do? I suddenly want to let people watch you being drained of blood. As the future heir of the Xiao Family, wouldn’t that be thrilling news?"

"Is Fourth Master going back on his word?"

"Young Master Xiao keeps his word, and so will I, Fourth Master," Fourth Master shouted. "Anyone who dares to stop them will be executed on the spot. Are you satisfied with this?"

"Let’s start!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)