Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 152: Hunting Mark for Revenge

The sun continued to rise, its soft pink and orange rays gradually blending into the crisp azure of the morning sky. The world slowly began to stir, with birds becoming active and taking flight.

Inside a dilapidated apartment building near the periphery of the abandoned district, Lynn stumbled into a simple, modest room, his body weary and battered from the intense events.

With great effort, he made his way to the worn couch, collapsing onto the tattered cushions. The faint sound of his ragged breathing echoed in the silence, intermingled with occasional coughs that escaped his lips.

"That was closer than I'd like," he murmured, his face a tapestry of emotions. The past few hours were a whirlwind, each moment more taxing than the last, leaving a heavy burden on his mind.

Blood slightly escaped his mouth, trailing down his chin and staining the collar of his shirt. He couldn't afford to relax just yet; he needed to tend to his injuries before they worsened.

Reaching into his inventory, he retrieved a second basic healing potion, took another generous sip, finishing it. The familiar warmth spread through his veins, easing the pain and discomfort.

Using this renewed vigor, he quickly grabbed the medical supplies carefully prepared for emergencies. Methodically, he started treating his wounds, hands steady despite the exhaustion.

He applied disinfectant to the multiple lacerations adorning his skin, hissing through gritted teeth as the stinging sensation spread. He couldn't afford to let any of these cuts become infected.

Next, he turned his attention to the damaged bones, splinting the fissured ones with practiced precision. The [String Threading] technique employed earlier provided some stabilization, but it needed proper reinforcement.

Grimacing, he pulled the bandage tight around his arm, the white cloth quickly staining crimson. If not for his timely retreat and the intervention of the Special Investigation Bureau, the outcome could have been far worse.

Securing everything in place, he sighed in relief. "This will have to do for now," he muttered, knowing the immediate danger had passed and his condition was finally stabilizing.

But the journey to full recovery would still require some time. The spiritual energy reserves were depleted, temporarily preventing Lynn from using extraordinary abilities to accelerate the healing process.

He shook his head, turning to what had transpired the previous night. The midnight rose exchange, the information he learned inside, the ambush at the exit, and the sudden involvement of werewolves.

All these events flashed through his mind like fragments of a chaotic dream. The adrenaline that had kept him going was now ebbing away, leaving only profound exhaustion and a deep sense of weariness.

"Shade," he quietly whispered, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. The man's true nature and intentions remained shrouded in mystery, but one thing was clear - he posed a grave threat to him.

"But why targeting me?" he deeply pondered, his brow furrowing in concentration. He tried to piece together the puzzle, but the more he thought about it, the more questions arose.

Heavily sighing, Lynn forced himself to push those ideas aside for the moment. It was crucial to focus on regaining his strength, fully aware that the challenges ahead would become increasingly difficult.

He knew he couldn't remain in this safe refuge for long. With the werewolf conspiracy now exposed, it was only a matter of time before the Special Investigation Bureau would initiate a full-scale investigation.

"The abandoned district will become even more dangerous in the next few days," he calmly figured out, already thinking about potential plans and strategies. "But first, I need to recover my strength."