Wuning was nearly startled by Eli.
Because Eli’s eye color was as thick as blood, and at first glance, it was genuinely terrifying.
If this were an anime, you wouldn’t need any introduction to know he was a crazy character—and his way of speaking was just like it too!
The kind of elegant, decadent madman who, after slashing an enemy, would lick the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, Eli’s demeanor appeared harmless.
He knelt on the ground, hugging the medic’s waist, pressing his face against her like he was drunk, cooing sweetly.
“Wuning~ Wuning?”
Wuning snapped back to reality and looked down.
The most hot-tempered, ruthless Polluted of Squad 191 was tearfully pleading with her.
His crimson eyes glistened with moisture, transforming from the terrifying dark red of congealed blood into a soft, gauzy red.
Wuning felt a bit happy.
Because Eli was the first person to call her by her name.
Just as she was about to begin the mental power guidance, she suddenly sensed the System coming online and greeted it in her mind.
The System responded excitedly, then gasped and stammered, […Uh, did I come at a bad time?]
What’s going on here!
How much did I miss?!
The System grew excited again, widening its eyes in anticipation.
Was it finally going to get some mosaic?!
Every time it heard colleagues from the Romance Department chatting idly in groups, it knew they must have been mosaicked.
That meant their Hosts were doing naughty things.
But since its own Host wasn’t a romance-oriented tasker, it had never experienced it.
Oh my, it’s finally happening!
Wuning told the System to wait a moment while she performed mental power guidance for Eli first.
If Cook’s mental landscape was an eternal, unquenchable hellfire, then Eli’s was a distorted space.
Overwhelming, bizarre spiral lines densely packed together with intense impact, with no discernible beginning or end, playing on an endless loop.
It resembled certain brainwashing programs with historical prototypes.
Imagine the feeling: your eyelids are pried open and held in place by cold instruments, while twisted, looping patterns are displayed before you, subjecting you to Mental Pollution.
In your ears, there’s a chaotic yet subtly rhythmic buzzing.
After dozens or even hundreds of hours of this, forget sleeping—you can’t even blink.
It’s not something the word “pain” can simply describe.
As soon as she entered, Wuning was attacked by the twisted, bloody mental power. With no experience, she was stabbed and forced out.
The girl cried out in pain and fell, blood slowly trickling from her ears and nose.
Her head throbbed with pain, and she felt dizzy. The nausea was unbearable as she hunched over, retching dryly on the ground.
The System shrieked in alarm.
It didn’t want this kind of bloody scene mosaicked!
The System’s shrieking was a bit counterproductive.
Its connection with the Host relied on brainwaves.
Now, it was like adding milk tea to the chaotic mess in Wuning’s mind.
Wuning was almost knocked unconscious by her own System’s noise.
Eli snapped out of his drunken-like state, his eyes widening in sudden panic as he frantically felt for the pulse on Wuning’s neck. “No, no!”
The others, who had been waiting outside, rushed in. Sanchez quickly checked Wuning’s condition, picked her up, and dashed toward the Treatment Pod.
Wuning wanted to say it wasn’t that serious, but when she touched her ears, they were covered in blood.
Okay, very serious!!
She set the treatment parameters for herself and passed out with relief.
When she opened her eyes again, the person guarding her had changed to Bo Yin.
She had also been transferred to the hospital.
Seeing her awake, Bo Yin called for a doctor and softly explained, “You’ve been unconscious for several days.”
Wuning gave a slight nod.
After examining her, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously looked at Bo Yin. “Reporting, Major General, the patient’s vital signs have returned to normal levels. She has fully recovered and can be discharged.”
Just delivering this single report, the doctor trembled with fear, sweat beading on his forehead. Once he finished speaking, he had to lower his head and wipe his brow.
He was so nervous he could barely hold onto his pen.
There was no helping it. Although he often dealt with various Polluted, the one before him was the leader of the Polluted! A god of slaughter!
And these past few days, the members of Squad 191 were even more terrifying than the monsters in the Dark Sky Zone.
Each of them wore dark, gloomy expressions, and the air was thick with palpable irritability and the tension of a lit fuse.
Even the tiniest, most imperceptible spark drifting by could ignite these men into a frenzy.
On the first day, a nurse had been so frightened of them that her hands shook, failing to administer the injection properly on the first try. She had nearly been torn apart by the tallest, most terrifying monster!
Fortunately, Major General Bo Yin was slightly more rational.
Heavens… Even now, recalling that scene made the doctor’s legs go weak and his breath catch.
This entire area had almost become a vacuum zone—no one dared to approach.
Now that this Medic lady had recovered, please leave quickly!
Wuning thanked the doctor and looked at Bo Yin. “Shall we head back, then?”
The doctor quietly shuffled toward the door, relieved.
But the next moment, he heard Bo Yin’s reply. “No rush.”
That breath of relief instantly caught in his chest! It choked him nearly to death.
Still, still no rush?!
Wuning sensed the doctor by the door seemed on the verge of breaking down, looking in her direction with a pitiful expression.
“But I’m already fine… Did Eli get injured?” Wuning thought of something, her brows furrowing slightly.
Could it be that he hurt her and the brothers went all out on him?
“No,” Bo Yin glanced aside, motioning for the doctor to leave, then walked to the girl’s bedside. “I just want to make absolutely sure you’re alright.”
He had been in a tactical meeting when he received Sanchez’s message.
The word “injured”—he had seen it too many times in various documents, post-battle reports, and news.
Not just injured; even death could no longer stir a single ripple in his heart.
Yet when those two words were linked with Wuning, Bo Yin felt a long-dormant emotion: fear.
He stared fixedly at the communicator, taking about five seconds to snap out of it.
Those five seconds of stunned stillness could have cost Bo Yin his life countless times on the battlefield.
Bo Yin made strategic arrangements at the fastest speed possible, then rushed to the landing pad with combat-level urgency even within the military base.
This had caused quite a commotion.
Sanchez, following orders, took the girl to the nearest hospital in the Polluted Paradise.
Everything there was top-tier.
Although it might cause dissatisfaction among other ordinary soldiers, there was no other way—the Polluted had the leverage to make such demands.
Eli’s instinctive Mental Power attack wasn’t fatal for a B-rank Medic, but it was still somewhat serious.
Recovering this quickly actually surprised everyone; the doctor had said it would take at least half a month for her to wake up.
Wuning guessed the System had probably helped.
But Squad 191 wouldn’t rest easy so readily.
Bo Yin was almost obsessively insistent that Wuning remain hospitalized, with comprehensive check-ups three times a day, pushing the medical staff to the brink of exasperation and collapse.
Wuning tried to stop him, but it was no use.
She could only suggest to Bo Yin that the medical staff who had been disturbed be given double or even more bonuses.
The man agreed without hesitation.
After staying for another week or so, Wuning was finally allowed to be discharged from the hospital.
She looked around and asked, “Where’s Eli? I haven’t seen him at all.”