Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Upon seeing the photos of Mu Chengxi on his phone, Moore had already arranged for an ambulance, but due to the special terrain, it would still take some time to arrive.
“Help me lift him off the chair carefully. His legs, shoulders, and ribs are injured, so be gentle.”
Listening to Moore, Wen Xin frowned. She needed to treat Mu Chengxi’s wounds and figure out how to get him out of there. Considering the difficulty of getting an ambulance up there, she decided they would need to use a helicopter to transport him back.
The black-clad men behind Moore stepped forward to help, but Moore moved faster, going directly inside.
“Wen Xin, let’s move him to the corridor. I noticed that guy trying to press a button on the wall. There might be some hidden mechanisms in the room that could be dangerous,” Chu Yunxuan suggested, having felt uneasy about the room for a while.
“Right, move him out gently,” Wen Xin agreed.
Wales and Moore carefully lifted Mu Chengxi, his hand tightly gripping Wen Xin’s, as if fearing that she would vanish if he closed his eyes.
Holding his hand in return, Wen Xin softly reassured him, “I’ll always be here. For me, you must hold on. Believe me, I can heal you.”
Wales and Moore gently placed Mu Chengxi on the ground. Wen Xin quickly retrieved her acupuncture needles from her bag.
Seeing Wen Xin’s blood-stained hands, Chu Yunxuan took out a wet wipe, approached Wen Xin, and knelt down.
“I’ll sterilize the needles. You clean the blood off your hands.”
Wen Xin mechanically wiped her hands, her mind seemingly elsewhere. After cleaning her hands, she took the sterilized needles from Chu Yunxuan and quickly inserted them into Mu Chengxi’s acupoints.
“How is he?” Chu Yunxuan cautiously asked after Wen Xin finished the acupuncture, having held her breath the entire time to avoid disturbing her.
“Not good. He needs to go to the hospital for wound cleaning and further examination. Moore, I need a stretcher. We need to airlift him out of here. I’ll contact my uncle and arrange for him to be treated at the Tang family hospital,” Wen Xin replied.
The Tang family ran a hospital in the Independent State, and Wen Xin had long cooperated with them, even though her medical organization was based in M-Continent.
“No problem. I’ll arrange it now. There’s a helipad about 100 meters from here. I’ll get the helicopter down,” Moore said before leaving with two men. The others remained on alert to prevent any unforeseen events.
Although the people outside had been dealt with, they were still worried that there would be an accident and did not dare to let their guard down.
As Moore hurried away, Chu Yunxuan followed him. “Old friend, can you bring a doctor from outside the Independent State? Wen Xin can’t fully care for Mu Chengxi in her current state. I need to arrange for a trusted doctor.”
Chu Yunxuan believed that given Wen Xin’s state, neither she nor Mu Chengxi would leave the Independent State soon. She wanted to bring Nan Xu in, as she didn’t trust leaving Wen Xin to others.
“Let’s discuss that later. Right now, we need to get Mr. Mu out of here,” Moore agreed, aware of Wen Xin’s condition.
Chu Yunxuan, assured by Moore’s promise, returned to Wen Xin’s side.
Back in the corridor, she heard Wen Xin’s heart-wrenching screams. Rushing inside, she found Wen Xin performing CPR on Mu Chengxi.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. Boss removed the needles, and Mr. Mu stopped breathing…”
“Check if the ambulance has arrived! We need epinephrine and a defibrillator, quick!”
As Wen Xin continued CPR, she screamed orders. Mu Chengxi’s injuries were severe, and despite her medicine’s efficacy, it was too slow. She needed a defibrillator immediately.
“They’re here! The doctor’s here, quick!”
A black-clad man brought in a man carrying a medical kit. The man quickly assessed Mu Chengxi’s condition and frowned.
“Miss, his chest bones are all broken. Performing CPR like this will damage his internal organs…”
Just then, the man saw Wen Xin’s eyes, fierce as a lone wolf in the dark. He swallowed nervously and stepped back, wisely remaining silent.
Wen Xin’s eyes fell on the medical kit he carried. She stood up, walked over to him, and without a word, grabbed the kit.
She quickly opened the kit, located several ampoules, and deftly broke them open.
Using her teeth, she tore open the syringe’s packaging, drew the liquid from the ampoules, and injected it into Mu Chengxi.
The onlookers were astounded. The man with the medical kit, in particular, was surprised. The ampoules bore no labels, only laboratory codes, yet Wen Xin identified the correct ones without hesitation.
After administering the injection, Wen Xin pressed down on Mu Chengxi’s chest and forcefully struck it.
Within seconds, Mu Chengxi coughed, as if revived by a miracle.
Wen Xin’s medical skills astonished everyone, including the man with the medical kit. He hadn’t expected such expertise from someone so young.
“Hold him. He’s not a doctor, at least not from the ambulance. Detain him and interrogate him later,” Wen Xin ordered.