Chapter 45: Old Mo is About to Flip Out (1/2)

Chapter 45: Old Mo is About to Flip Out

Since the battle was nearing its end, the remainder of the medical staff put on standby in the ship that was parked at the space station were transferred to the planet. The research station’s defensive shield was finally put down as well, so every aircraft had some nurses assigned on them to perform some simple treatments for the sick and wounded.

A patrolling nurse opened the door belonging to Cillin’s bedroom, ready to record the patient’s vitals. All the data displayed on the instrument were pretty normal, but when she touched Cillin’s arm, she realized that it was ice cold. She checked the body temperature displayed on the monitor and touched both Cillin’s wrist and forehead, but not only was it as icy cold as before, his pulse was so weak that it was almost non-existent!

How did it turn out like this!!

The little nurse panicked and quickly pressed the emergency call button.

The battle was over on the battlefield. Huo Neil was directing tasks such as post-battle cleanup, rescue of the wounded inside the tunnels and other locations of the station, and so on. The waste treatment plants had also returned with a report that the ‘sweep was complete’. It was only now that Huo Neil relaxed a bit, although that did not mean the end of his work. After the mission was over, there was still a series of other matters that needed to be dealt with such as compensation for the wounded and the bereaved, mission reports and post-battle analysis. These were all tasks that he had to manage personally.

Huo sucked in a deep breath. Today’s suffering was finally over! Thank goodness that those little ancestors were safe.

Reality proved that Huo Neil had relaxed way too soon. He had just finished letting go of his breath before his communicator rang.

From way far back, Knight, who was dragging a whole sack of mice claws and teeth, and was walking this way could already see Huo Neil shouting into his phone, “Bunch of useless fucks! I’m coming over immediately!”

Huo Neil cut off the communication, spoke something to the captain beside him, asked Gerrard to take over command of the remaining tasks and ran right towards the aircraft.

“What happened?” Knight walked over and asked that captain.

The captain didn’t think too much of it and said, “Something happened to a patient on the aircraft, I think.”

Patient? There were only a few people who could incite such a reaction in Huo Neil that he would throw down even battlefield affairs and rush over like his life was on the line. But the comrades he was deeply associated with such as Gerrard and the other captains were all on the battlefield, and as for the patients on that aircraft…

Knight put down his sack, took out his communicator, pressed a few button and shortly after saw Pride’s two nostrils. He said with a still sleepy and extremely impatient tone, “What’s the fuss about, I’m still sleeping man. The doctor told me to rest some more, if my recovery was delayed you -”

Knight cut off the communication before Pride could finish and called Cillin’s number instead, but this time no one answered despite waiting for a long time. At this point, Knight could not be bothered with his sack of ‘trophies’, and ran towards the aircraft. He was just fine during the call not long ago. What happened?

Back at Hard’s ward. Although he was still lying in the ICU, it was obvious that he was healing nicely judging from the energy in his eyes and the subsided swelling of his face.

At this moment, Hard and Sird was talking to each other. Sird was telling him about some of the stuff that happened afterwards. While Sird was speaking, the duo heard a commotion on the outside. It seemed to be coming from the emergency room.

“I wonder who it is this time.” Sird sighed.

Before long, a nurse came in and checked Hard’s infusion bag. Then she took a sample from the bag and tested it using an instrument.

Seeing the obvious sigh of relief on her face, Sird asked curiously, “What is it?”

The nurse returned a soothing smile, “It’s nothing.”

“You know, I can just ask the doctor directly.”

“Sigh. It really is nothing for you guys, but something happened to the patient at the ward downstairs. We have to retest every patient’s meds.”

“The ward downstairs? Who is it?” Sird asked nonchalantly.

“I think it’s someone called Cillin…”

“Cillin?!”

When Huo Neil had arrived at the entrance of the emergency room, Sird had pushed Hard on a wheelchair and waited beside the room.