Chapter 9 - Mysterious Two

(M) Main Protagonist's Point of View

Then she replied with a smile. The color of her emotions shifted from light green towards bright, indicating that her confidence had returned.

"Hmm... so is this your true color?" I whispered.

"What?" she asked.

"Hah...! No, how about you, are you ready?" I said, then she observed and tried to analyze her condition.

Okay, as you know, the patient is in a critical condition and needs immediate treatment. Normally, I would be assisted by nurses and other doctors, but in this situation, I can only rely on you." Then, we began the operation. As seconds turned into minutes, and tens of minutes passed by. Then, something happened.

"Ah...!" she exclaimed. Blood could be seen flowing from her veins.

"Don't worry, you take care of that, and I'll handle it," I reassured her. With a deep gaze, she looked at me.

"Are you sure?" she asked, doubt emanating from her in shades of gray. indicating doubt, I stared back at her with seriousness.

"I'm very sure," I said.

"Okay... okay, I'll have to rely on you. But I'll be the one instructing you," she said.

Quickly, I followed her instructions and combined them with my own knowledge. With skill and without hesitation, I executed the task. However, at that moment, she appeared surprised and puzzled, evident from her emotions. It made me wonder if there was something wrong with the method. But why was she just silent?

"Like this, right?" I asked.

"Heh...! It's done!" she exclaimed.

"Okay, from now on, this my part," she said. Then time seemed to stretch on endlessly until she finally completed her operation. But suddenly...

"Hahh!" Alexa exclaimed in shock as she held onto the old man. The old man's body trembled violently.

"Epilepsy, he losing a lot of blood because of the bleeding!" I quickly held onto his body too.

"What must we do?!" she panicked.

"Do you... do you know his blood type?" I asked.

"His blood type is actually O negative, just like mine, but... with this condition, it'll be very difficult to find proper blood donation equipment," she said.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Hahh...?" She was surprised.

"I might know a bit about the principles," I said, recalling medical journals on emergency blood donation methods and improvised blood collection techniques that I had read for helping me sleep and reference.

"But it's all up to you because after all, you're the doctor here, so you decide." I added

"Hahh...?" I could see shades of purple across her body, indicating her confusion, but also her lack of any other choice. With a serious look, I tried to reassure her. Then suddenly,

BOOMMM!!!

A loud thud echoed from downstairs, instantly making the entire room tremble and diverting her attention to her surroundings. However, I didn't turn my gaze away from her even for a moment and said,

"Quick! Make your choice! Because time is chasing us."

Seeing that, she could only nod her head, then swiftly I concentrated fully and recalled all the references I had read. I assembled the device with clean plastic bottles, sterile plastic hose, and some empty syringes that happened to be in the first aid kit box. I made sure to clean them with alcohol. Finally, I used rubber bands,battery, Dynamo, and other items I could use from the toys in the store.

With full concentration and utmost caution, it didn't take long.

"Yes! Although it's not like what's in the hospital, it seems like this device works," I said, wiping the sweat with a cloth. First, I cleaned the old man's arm with alcohol, then carefully inserted the first syringe needle into the vein blood vessel.

"Okay, although it's strange...? but this has become the procedure," I said. With she sitting and lying down, I held his hand and cleaned it with alcohol.

"What was your last blood sugar level?" I asked while tying the cloth around his muscle.

"It was normal, checked two days ago," she said with a smile, which made me feel strange. He looked at me and said,

"Hey... just be honest with me. Judging from your surgical methods and techniques, and your understanding of medicine and its tools? You should've said you're a medical student," she guessed.

"No, I'm not," I replied.

"No need to deny it, you should've just said it to avoid misunderstandings like earlier. Even if you're not a doctor, medical students can also be considered as doctors on duty and can take action in certain situations," she explained.

"Huh..." I murmured, feeling something.

"No need to feel insecure, hehe... Even though I graduated as a specialist too quickly, I know your potential is extraordinary. How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 22 years old," I replied.

"Wow, impressive, just one year younger than me.I'm 23 and I'm sure you'll be able to become a doctor like me quickly. moreover bro, I'm confident..." she started to say.

"Stop... First, I'm not a doctor but a writer. Second, the methods and techniques you mentioned, I learned them from watching medical dramas like 'Doctor Romantic' and other series and movies related to medicine that I usually watch. Third, regarding the equipment issues you mentioned, I only needed reading materials to deal with my insomnia. And fourth, look at that!" I quickly diverted her attention by pointing at something.

"Ah... Ah!" I swiftly and carefully inserted the syringe needle into his vein.

"Boasting so much, yet still scared of needles like a child. And this is for payback before..." My finger, while preparing

Plakk!

"Aaaww!" I lightly flicked her forehead with my finger.

"Don't call me 'bro,' we're only a year apart." I said with a smile.

With a tiny red mark on her forehead from my flick, she rubbed it gently while giving me a sharp look.

"If you're not, just say it! But seriously, you're neither a doctor nor a medical student?" She questioned.

"No!" I replied. pressing her lips together and furrowing her brow.

"What a waste of talent," she said.

Not long after, I began to notice something about the emblem on Alexa's bracelet.

"Hmm...? It seems...? The emblem looks familiar," I whispered.

Then my mind recalled some medical articles and journals I had read. Could it be...?

(W) Second Protagonist's Point of View

Wednesday 06 April 2022/14:55

"Khok... Khok!!!" I coughed as I realized I was lying on the floor. After escaping from the death, a few seconds before the explosion, I hurriedly ran and tried to warn everyone. But I didn't have time and was thrown by the blast along with with several surviving personnel.

Faintly, in a semi-conscious state, we saw two figures masked and hooded with insignias on their arms that were similar yet different from the terrorists. They were walking slowly among us,

SHHH…!!! SHUNNG…!!!HINGGG….!!! 

While walking slowly, the two of them killed the surviving members who were helpless due to injuries, and some members who were unconscious. 

"AKKHHH..!!!" screamed a member who was seen crawling to grab his weapon, but a knife stuck in his hand. 

"You useless fool, just die!"

JELLLBB!

The incident left a female member in front of them in shock and helpless, with a vacant stare. Slowly, she turned her face towards the man...

SHUNNG...!!!

A sword was seen stuck. instantly taking his life. The incident was sudden, shocking everyone and even more surprising. One of them was seen standing with a row of knives and other sharp objects floating behind him.

"Damn, why do we have to clean up these annoying rats?" said a skinny figure.

BAMMM!!!!

"AAAKKKHHhhh…!!!" A helpless cry escaped from a member, as his body was ruthlessly trampled by a figure twice his size.

"Ugh...are you crying?" the skinny figure tried to say while looking at the face of the large man, who was sitting cross-legged on the corpse he had just stepped on.

"May God forgive...those who suffer like this, even though they are useless, I hope they can find peace in the next life," said the big man with a loud yet calm voice.

"Ah, more empty religious talk? Who's the one pairing us up for this mission anyway? " muttered the thin man, irritated.

Seeing that, in an instant, the blood within me ignited. With all my strength, I tried to stand up, immediately catching their attention. Despite being in disarray and wounded, I still fight...