Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 173: Confronting Mortality

Lynn hesitated, considering the consequences of accepting. While he was not one to shy away from the challenge, the crisis in the abandoned district was far more complex and dangerous than it first appeared.

Delving deeper into the heart of the storm could potentially jeopardize his situation. However, the commanding tone indicated that refusing was not an option, and defying the extraordinary captain would only invite more trouble.

Cursing his luck under his breath, he reluctantly agreed, letting out a resigned sigh. On the bright side, this was an opportunity to gain more class experience and safely take a closer look into the enigmatic forces at play.

Satisfied with his response, Simon gave a curt nod and instructed the other officers about his situation. Without another word, he swiftly turned and left, his long strides taking him toward other units that required support.

A few minutes later, multiple military transport vehicles arrived at the scene. Lynn was ushered quickly into a large one filled with rows of makeshift stretchers and an assortment of first aid supplies for emergency moments.

Since he decided to help, he immediately began providing first aid to the individuals in the back as the engine roared. He knew that time was running out, and every second counted in these critical conditions.

Quickly surveying the injured, he noted that most had sustained wounds of varying severity. Some were bleeding profusely, while others appeared to be in shock, their faces pale and clammy.

Suppressing the impulse to use his extraordinary abilities, he focused on applying standard modern treatment, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. But even then, his surgical precision and expertise sparked curious inquiries.

Fortunately, those kinds of questions were easily deflected and avoided due to the urgency. Lynn also skillfully shifted the conversation by asking about the refuge where Izzy and the other civilians headed toward.

It was a temporary camp hastily set up by the authorities in the aftermath of the central district incident. The bustling area had been requisitioned and transformed, with all entrances guarded and under constant surveillance.

However, something was wrong with that place. When the controlled rodents managed to slip past the scrutiny and infiltrate it, their connections suddenly faltered. Something seemed to interfere and sever the temporary bond.

This anomaly was unusual and instantly piqued his interest. It was undoubtedly related to the Special Investigation Bureau, probably a defensive mechanism. He hoped to get some information discreetly through the discussions, but predictably, nothing came out.

After what felt like an eternity, the military transport vehicles finally arrived at their destination – a fortified military base situated a short distance from the refuge. As soon as the large truck stopped, a group of medics rushed forward.

"Fast, get the injured inside!" one of them shouted, his voice cutting through the din. "We need to stabilize them immediately!" A soldier in the best state exited and rapidly informed the team of his circumstances.

Stepping outside, Lynn was immediately accosted and guided into the field hospital by an old lady. "Stop their bleeding quickly," she declared, pointing at someone while handing him a medical bag with all the necessary equipment.

Nodding, he set to work, his mind shifting into a clinical focus. The chaos and noise around him faded into the background as he zeroed in on the wounded person before him—a middle-aged man with a weathered face, the lines of experience and exhaustion etched deeply into his features.

His uniform was tattered and tainted with blood and dirt, a testament to the fierce conflict encountered, and the strain in his eyes was visible as he fought to stay conscious. Despite having five or six observable injuries on his body, he remained alert, struggling against the pain with determination.