Special Forces Medic

Lian secretly exhaled, realizing it was referring to this: "Just entered the Middle East and encountered a robbery case. I followed this group to the slums. It's an organization without much combat power, relying on robbery to obtain weapons. Originally, I planned to give up, but after one of them used the stolen drugs, they exhibited symptoms of nerve paralysis, similar to food poisoning but more severe. I started to suspect they might have coincidentally encountered a trade and brought these transaction items back. So, I followed their trail, directly telling myself this might be the person Lao Long is looking for. But when I arrived there, I was attacked and became one of the slaves."

Xiao Lin listened, but felt there were many loopholes in all this, though it couldn't be said it was illogical.

"Amman is divided into human trafficking, arms dealing, and drugs, those three categories. I followed the slaves into the valley and learned about Fourth Master's name from their discussions. I wanted to transmit the message out, but my identity had been discovered upon entering the base."

"How did you lose your memory?"

"I don't know either!" Lian looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes lost their focus, becoming scattered: "I only remember someone asking me if I was the Military Advisor. I nodded, and then I don't remember anything. When I woke up again, you were already in front of me, everything was red. I was very scared and terrified, seeing those reds, I felt a splitting headache."

"I saw you running towards me, then a very beautiful woman took me away."

Lian's narrative left Xiao Lin unsure where to start. If all this were true, then the person who harmed Lian was very likely someone on the plane. Fourth Master had expressed that she didn't know any Acupoint Technique, and their goal was his Divine Needle and Nine Yang True Qi. Capturing the Military Advisor was purely an accident. And from Lian's words, someone had maliciously targeted her, causing her memory loss, but from checking her pulse, it appeared she hadn't lost memory; she had been suggested somehow.

"It's okay!" Xiao Lin drew her into his arms, looked at her trembling shoulders, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "With me here, nothing will happen."

"Military Doctor! Jun Zhe is awake." The black man suddenly appeared in front of them, arms crossed in front of his chest, expressing doubt at Xiao Lin holding the Military Advisor. This was natural; the play performed earlier at the manor was indeed captivating, leaving a deep impression wasn't difficult at all.

"I'm going over." Xiao Lin released Lian: "You wait for me over at Qing Yi's place."

After anesthesia, it should be the human body's most painful moment. The pain of the wound would slowly torment you to the point of wanting to collapse. Jun Zhe woke up, but it wasn't a true awakening; it was merely a physical awakening, while his brain still had no consciousness.

Xiao Lin put on specialized gloves, checked his wounds. The sewing technique was decent. When these stitches melt away after a few days, the wound would basically heal, but getting out of bed to walk would still be challenging.

"I want to know when the Military Doctor will cure Jun Zhe's nerves." Hassan turned his face aside, not looking at the person on the bed, only instructing the doctor to reduce his pain.

"Very soon!"

"Are you sure you can perform such surgery?" Hassan continued to doubt Xiao Lin's confidence.

"You can fully trust those old men's words; theoretically, it's indeed feasible." After checking the last wound and whispering a few instructions to the nearby physician, Xiao Lin turned to Hassan and said: "Once his wound heals, I will remove the Silver Needle from his skull."

Night Eagle left, disappearing from the manor without leaving anything behind, taking all the doubts away! His silence always made people forget his existence, yet when truly discovered, one felt many links remained unopened.

Xiao Lin gazed blankly at the empty room, though he knew Night Eagle's style of work, he still had many questions he wanted answers to. The trip to the Middle East was undoubtedly a complete success, but was it truly finished? He involuntarily turned his head to look at Lian. No, it wasn't over.

Fourth Master was just the tip of the iceberg; the real mastermind remained unknown. Perhaps that was why Night Eagle appeared to act so abnormally. But was he the only one acting strange? Xiao Lin questioned himself again, and if he were to deduce it that way, he would believe Lian also harbored unspeakable secrets, and he absolutely wouldn't trust her explanations. But now, what troubled him most was not his true thoughts, but how to report to Lao Long, because knowing Dragon Soul, he understood the complex relations involved. And given Lian's current state, could she truly return afterwards?

Xiao Lin sighed, admitting he was facing a top expert, and to this day had not found the spot of Inner Strength blockade within Lian's body; each time he was about to discover it, it slipped away again.

"That's just how Night Eagle is!" Lian heard Xiao Lin's sigh, so she instinctively wanted to comfort him.

The relationship between Xiao Lin and Night Eagle was unusual. In Dragon Soul, the number of people who could make Night Eagle talk was less than five, and Xiao Lin was one of them. So, for Night Eagle, who left while still injured, Xiao Lin felt a deep sadness.

"Returning home the day after tomorrow!"

Xiao Lin left this sentence behind as he left Night Eagle's room, leaving Lian alone there. Her dark eyes unexpectedly filled with mist.

Even the smartest and strongest woman becomes weak and lost when she encounters love. Seeing through it is one thing, but actually doing it is another.

The Military Advisor possessed a calm mind, insightful views, and rational thinking, but in the end, she was still a woman. Once she touched upon feelings, she was just a woman. This is understandable. So, when Xiao Lin left her alone, her weakness was triggered, and a sense of being abandoned overwhelmed her. He was no longer that child who would cling to her, nor the man who would fight alongside her, simply because he had grown up without her realizing it. Once nourished by the falling rain, he would naturally gravitate towards that sweet nectar.

Lian smiled at the back that she could no longer see. Let go! This man doesn't belong to her.

Jun Zhe's recovery was much swifter than expected. Perhaps due to his unusual constitution, his body's repair functions differed, and the implants within him didn't cause any rejection, so he could already sit up with others' help, although it would still be a long time before he could walk unaided.

Xiao Lin didn't want to wait, even if he could get out of bed and move, another surgery was needed for a full recovery.

The room had excellent ventilation, leaving only two people inside: one patient and one healer. Regardless of how unwilling Hassan was, he was still asked to leave. Xiao Lin helped Jun Zhe sit upright as he slowly closed his eyes, a surge of energy suddenly concentrated between his hands, growing denser with his breathing until the hands themselves were almost invisible.

The Silver Needle inserted into the skull was not an ordinary needling technique; its precision in placement was meticulous. At that time, the needle Xiao Lin inserted into Jun Zhe was completely embedded; it could no longer be traced from the surface. The Silver Needle implanted into the brain was very fine, penetrating the core, and had to be extracted without any deviation; any slight mishap might touch other sensitive nerves, leading to paralysis in mild cases or death in severe.

Xiao Lin raised one hand to protect Jun Zhe's heart, so when the needle was abruptly removed, his heart wouldn't fail to cope due to excessive shock. After all, Jun Zhe was still in a vulnerable state. The other hand slowly approached his head, the whole process was exceedingly slow, and to the naked eye, it appeared that Xiao Lin wasn't making any movements at all, but upon closer observation, one could detect subtle changes.

Xiao Lin's expression was very serious, as it was his first time performing such inner strength healing, so he was very cautious, fearing a single mistake could lead to total failure.

Smoke began to rise slowly from the top of Jun Zhe's head. On his shaved scalp, a very thin silver needle gradually became exposed from the skin. Sweat appeared on Xiao Lin's forehead as he sensed through his fingers that the needle's end was slightly tilted. The needle point was precisely located between the optic and auditory nerves; whichever nerve was touched would result in lifelong disability, a situation he hadn't anticipated.

Xiao Lin withdrew his hand, seriously observing Jun Zhe. Did he really need to open the skull?

He was caught in a dilemma, sitting cross-legged opposite him, his mind filled with images. Opening the skull with a craniotomy set, finding the needle's end, slicing it away, then using inner strength to pull out the remaining segment? No, even if the skull could be opened, the needle was closely attached to the nerve line; an ordinary knife couldn't reach such fine areas. Although the operating room's equipment was advanced, compared to foreign technology, it was still outdated, presenting too much risk.

The second method was to guide the needle into the internal organs, extracting it from the abdomen; this would minimize the risk of affecting the nerves. Even if there were issues, the medical equipment here could provide immediate emergency response. However, passing through the brain tissue posed severe hurdles, and unavoidably, it might block other head blood vessels, causing cerebral congestion.

Xiao Lin was deeply conflicted, not because his medical skills were lacking, but because he was torn on how to make this operation perfect. He could be considered a perfectionist; every surgery, to him, had to be an artwork without a single flaw, it had to be absolutely impeccable, and he was incredibly demanding of his medical skills, almost to the point of obsession.

Finally, Xiao Lin took action, standing in the simplest upright posture behind Jun Zhe. If both aforementioned methods had risks, why not choose the fastest method? The risk was the same; no matter which method was chosen, it would harm the brain tissue. Therefore, he decided on the method that would not trouble the patient, proceeding to complete the absorption process he had started earlier. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and give monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)