Special Forces Medic

Hehe!

After the laughter, Xiao Lin bent down and a strand of wind floated past his head. Xia Xue once again saw those familiar dark eyes: "Get down!" As soon as he finished, a silver flash passed by, accompanied by several metallic clinks as the Silver Needle fell to the ground. An invisible wind rolled the needle to the side.

"Is it you?" Xia Xue still looked at Xiao Lin with suspicion, unsure if the person standing in front of her was truly the one she knew.

"Shh, don't speak." Again, it was this phrase; Xia Xue felt she was about to go mad, unable to discern anything.

Xiao Lin returned to the original spot, eyes closed, standing with the same posture. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the air clotted together without the slightest ripple. He stood there breathing quietly, as if waiting, or perhaps sleeping. Xia Xue crouched nearby, not daring to approach him.

Suddenly, it felt like something dashed past her, startling her into a scream. Xiao Lin jumped up from his spot and landed in Xia Xue's direction. Just one step from her, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the blood, Xia Xue quickly grabbed Xiao Lin's hand, checking it from all sides: "Are you hurt somewhere?"

"It's not my blood." He shielded Xia Xue behind him: "Don't leave my side."

"Okay!"

Xiao Lin drew a short blade from his belt, holding it backward. On the ground, there was only one drop of blood. He looked around, finding no other unusual marks on the white walls: "He's still around us, be careful."

"What exactly is it?" Xia Xue clung tightly to Xiao Lin; his familiar scent made her feel safe.

"Nightmare!" Xiao Lin realized the space here was locked with special abilities ever since the brief moment he woke up. It's not so much reality, more like still being in a dream. This is the Nightmare, a type of assassin that kills using dreams.

"What?" Xia Xue didn't understand what Xiao Lin was talking about, Nightmare?

"A ghost?"

"An assassin!" Xiao Lin was on alert. The person the Nightmare wants to kill could only be reached if they're in a dream. They can create dream places and spaces, waiting until you're utterly exhausted. That's why he must eliminate the assassins before the dream reclaims them.

"Assass..."

A word only appearing in movies or novels, even those who frequently caused crises for the Xia Family before, she never associated them with assassins. But now, she's so close to them.

"Shh, don't speak." Xiao Lin closed his eyes again; there was a distinct movement in the airflow; they should be nearby.

He never thought they'd send out such experts, Xiao Lin sneered internally.

Nightmare isn't a single person; it's a group. Unlike assassins, they kill within dreams. As long as you fall asleep, they can kill anyone they wish. If it weren't for Xia Xue, perhaps he would remain trapped within that dream forever.

Just now, treating the injured had expended too much of his energy, causing him to lower his guard.

Car accident! Patients! Treatment! Haha, truly a cunning trap. Could victims of a highway accident possibly be sent here? A question anyone would notice but overlooked by him, and those emergency ambulances must've been fake!

"Come out!" Xiao Lin spoke to the air coldly: "The act has gone on long enough; isn't it time to show yourself?"

No one responded to Xiao Lin. With a smile on his lips, Xiao Lin wasn't sure how many people were in this Nightmare, but they all must stay today.

"Remember the Profound Lady Heart Scripture I taught you, and the mantra I'm giving you now. Stick close behind me, understand?" Xiao Lin whispered in Xia Xue's ear: "Have you memorized it? I won't have time to take care of you."

Xia Xue silently recalled it once in her mind.

"I got it."

"Good! Let's prepare to head out!" Xiao Lin winked at Xia Xue and took a step forward, demonstrating with her the mantra.

Xia Xue followed with a step, clearly the surrounding airflow changed with their movements. It wasn't their breath; lifting a breath, Xia Xue imitated Xiao Lin, closing her eyes, relying on other senses to perceive changes around her. Bereft of sight, her hearing became extraordinarily sharp, and Xiao Lin's every move fell within her sensory range. The two moved like twins, their actions flawless.

"It's coming!"

Xiao Lin issued a warning, moving the short blade from his right hand to his left, raising it at an angle, slashing through space. A feigned move, and the Silver Needle shot out from his right hand. A muffled groan echoed, murky air cleared slightly, revealing a figure in front of them.

"The first one."

A clean, swift technique that could kill in a single move, this was Xia Xue's first time witnessing killing up close. She knew Xiao Lin was no ordinary person, but just a retired military doctor? Would someone like that have such resolute eyes? He looked at the dead man with nothing but disdain and indifference.

Xiao Lin led Xia Xue with a peculiar gait to the deceased person. Xia Xue looked curiously at the opponent. He wore foreign clothing; beneath the lean physique was an unusual face. The face lacked a left eye, left ear, left hand, and left leg. In short, this person had no appendages on the left side of his body. Xia Xue wondered, how did this person walk? Or perhaps he never needed to walk?

"Don't look into his eyes!"

As if he knew what Xia Xue would do, he stopped her curiosity, "Even if he's dead, he can still use his eyes to lead you to others."

"This person has no left side, does that mean there will be someone with no right side?"

"Hmm, haha!" The Nightmare has fully mobilized; it's quite the grand gesture.

"We have four opponents left."

"Four..." Xia Xue didn't understand what the four meant. She couldn't see their presence at all, yet Xiao Lin could accurately find them. Was it intuition?

"Right side." After speaking, Xiao Lin turned and raised Xia Xue's left arm to strike right in line with the opponent's momentum.

With a pop, the sensation of a short blade piercing flesh was completely different from cutting open the surface layer of skin with a scalpel. Xia Xue stared wide-eyed in horror. It was the first time she'd so directly plunged a dagger into someone's body. Although she couldn't see anything, the recoil from the surface after penetrating deeply and the sudden scent of blood made her forget to retract her hand.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Lin roared and, using Xia Xue's shoulder, leapt up with all his might, driving his left knee mercilessly into the downward pressure from above. With a bang, a heavy object fell to the ground, sliding several meters away. Just in time, otherwise Xia Xue's left arm would have been severed instantly.

"That was close!"

Withdrawing her hand, a faceless person fell to the ground. Xia Xue stared at Xiao Lin, still in shock, "Did I kill someone?"

Xiao Lin pulled her into his arms, preventing her from seeing the person fallen in the pool of blood, "It wasn't you, it was me."

Xia Xue looked up, still holding the short blade, blood dripping from the blade onto her hand, smearing her skin.

"He... they all are..."

Taking the blade from Xia Xue's hand, the surrounding air became increasingly chaotic. This was the opponent's final blow. Losing three people was tantamount to losing limbs for the Nightmare, just like a person loses any part and cannot function normally.

The Nightmare is like a person composed of five parts; they act simultaneously but don't strike at the same time. Losing three people now is undoubtedly a blow to the remaining two, as the surrounding heat ignites, Xiao Lin couldn't afford to be careless.

"Close your eyes."

Heat began to rise in front of him. He focused his True Qi within, mist forming in his palms. Xiao Lin, holding Xia Xue, moved forward. After breaking through the first layer of heat, he turned and pushed Xia Xue towards the door, then jumped onto the heating pipe and slid towards the middle. "Break!"

Xia Xue watched Xiao Lin throw himself into the sea of flames, her mouth agape but unable to speak. Tears streamed down. Sharp cries erupted from the flames; she couldn't see Xiao Lin's figure. The twisted objects commingled into one from the flames, crawling outward as if struggling or being dragged. Xia Xue's legs trembled; she couldn't move, sliding to the door.

The twisted shadows shrieked, approaching her, and she tried to move but found she could only stare at them, unable to act.

A right hand hooked onto her pant leg, tugging forcefully, the scorched scent unbearably foul. "Lin? Lin!" Finally unable to withstand the intense inner shock and terror, Xia Xue clutched her head, screaming hysterically.

Crunch! The twisted shadows were severed at the waist by someone, red spray splattering the white wall, a blood-covered Xiao Lin embracing Xia Xue with his stained hands.

"It's over, all over."

Yet Xia Xue's empty eyes lacked focus; fear had filled her entire mind.

"It's me! Notify Sword's people to clean up the mess!" Xiao Lin could do nothing but hold Xia Xue tightly.

"Yes, Yan University operation room, immediately seal the information."

Removing the blood-stained clothes, wiping away the grime from his face, the corpse behind continued twitching, a necessary process of the body's nerves shrinking.

He shouldn't have brought her, a regret never before felt invaded him as he held Xia Xue's trembling, leaf-like body, remorse followed closely.

Controller, one who can directly manipulate the Nightmare, was the calculation only psychological? A doctor's focus on the patient's mentality? Exploiting his seriousness about the injured, directing this drama...

Haha! Xiao Lin leaned against the wall. If even the underground city is intervening, he really has to take this seriously.

Nightmare, belongs only to the underground city.

Equivalent to, the person wanting his life hasn't yet shown on that chart.

Who could it be? He kissed Xia Xue's hair, holding her tightly to offer more comfort. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)