Wuning was completely stunned.
She had no idea!
But in her shock, her Mental Power tendrils surged forward uncontrollably, smoothly entering Cook.
She desperately suppressed the urge to withdraw immediately and stammered, “S-seeing… seeing you naked? Why?!”
Cook didn’t respond, even closing his eyes.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to.
He simply couldn’t spare the mental focus to speak.
Every muscle in his body tensed like iron, his chest heaving rapidly from tension, his breathing heavy.
The others gathered around, ready to intervene at any moment.
Wuning quickly understood why she had seen it.
The moment she entered Cook’s mental landscape, she was met with scenes of him being stripped and whipped, subjected to abuse.
Wuning wasn’t sure if she should look, but she couldn’t resist stealing a few curious glances.
Then she nervously averted her gaze.
It was a bit too overwhelming.
No wonder he was a nearly two-meter-tall special forces soldier.
Wuning dared not dwell on it further. Following the teachings the original host had received, she began to soothe and comfort, offering relief.
She didn’t understand the exact principles—it felt almost instinctual.
It was as if she were in a terrifying, boundless hellscape engulfed in flames, holding a fire hose as thick as her wrist, playing the role of a firefighter.
Forget extinguishing the fire; the water she sprayed evaporated almost instantly, leaving her feeling parched and drained.
But it had to be somewhat useful, right? Wuning thought, no longer looking at Cook’s sculpted, perfect naked body, and focused solely on dousing the flames.
Oh, right—she remembered now. The original host’s Mental Power was only B-rank, no wonder.
After about ten minutes, the girl couldn’t hold on any longer.
The feedback from Mental Power manifested physically as well.
Wuning’s cheeks flushed red, her lips cracked, her head dizzy and aching, her body weak. The air she breathed felt scorching hot, her throat so parched she couldn’t even produce saliva. Every breath was torture, like knives cutting through her.
Wuning forced herself to speak, “I need to withdraw. Are you ready?”
Cook’s body trembled slightly—she couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad sign.
But his companions, who spent every day with him, knew all too well.
Sanchez kicked Cook unceremoniously, “Don’t fucking die from pleasure, wake up.”
The moment Cook opened his eyes, Wuning couldn’t hold on any longer and withdrew her Mental Power. Her petite body slumped weakly to one side.
Sanchez and Garnet reached out—
But Cook beat them to it, catching the girl in his arms and holding her close.
The difference in their sizes made it look like he was cradling a doll.
“She can do it,” Cook said hoarsely.
If one listened closely, even his voice trembled.
The man gazed down at Wuning in his arms with fervent eyes, his breathing erratic and uncontrolled, even stumbling over his words, “Sh-she can!”
Wuning smiled weakly. Having escaped the hellish flames, she could at least catch her breath. Once she relaxed, she had no strength left at all.
Garnet covered his face and clamored that he wanted it too, “I want to try too! Do it for me!”
“Can’t you see she’s about to pass out, you idiot?” Eli cut him off mercilessly.
Meeting Wuning’s flushed face, he wanted to say something unpleasant, but in the end, he only snorted.
Bo Yin made a decisive call, “I’ll take her to the hospital.”
Because of their ability to self-heal, their independent zone had nothing related to medical treatment.
Cook was reluctant to let go of the girl, “I’ll go too.”
His teammates wouldn’t allow it.
“You? What are you going for? Don’t forget, aside from Bo Yin, we’re all on the hospital’s blacklist,” Eli said bluntly.
Sanchez said cheerfully, “You should carefully feel the difference in your body after being soothed, buddy. You need to go to the training ground, understand?”
Garnet lowered his head dejectedly.
He wasn’t very willing to go to the hospital, not only because he forgot to wear a mask, but also because he strongly resisted crowded places.
“What if she doesn’t come back?” Garnet couldn’t help but worry, feeling restless and agitated.
“What if Cook enjoys it too much, she gets hurt, can’t handle it, and is afraid of the next time?”
Everyone’s gaze fell on Cook again.
Gloomy and dark.
Cook didn’t dare to make a sound, silently pressing the girl against his broad chest muscles.
If such a “what if” really happened, he would definitely be beaten up by his jealous companions.
The good news was that their lives were intertwined—they could be said to live and die together.
The bad news was that none of them actually wanted to live properly.
So even if he might be surrounded and beaten up the next second, he would still claim the girl as his own in this very moment!
“I’ll go alone,” Bo Yin gave the order and walked up to Cook.
As the captain’s command, Cook had no choice but to obey, reluctantly handing the nearly unconscious Wuning into Bo Yin’s arms.
He even reminded, “Be gentle, she’s very soft! You must hold her very gently!”
Eli, who was already annoyed, felt like kicking him again.
Utterly embarrassing!
When Bo Yin took Wuning to the hospital, it still caused a commotion.
Everyone was whispering angrily.
“My God, another Medic harmed?!”
“Why would they still send a Medic over there? Medics’ lives matter too!”
“Poor thing… who knows what kind of torment she went through to end up like this.”
“Damn 191, may they be torn apart in their next battle!”
…
All kinds of angry words, Bo Yin could hear them clearly—the senses of the Polluted were far beyond ordinary people.
But he remained indifferent.
Wuning wanted to comfort him a few words, but she simply couldn’t speak.
Besides, in front of a battle-hardened officer like him, her comfort would likely seem pale and powerless.
Bo Yin handed Wuning over to the doctor but didn’t leave immediately.
He stood in the corner, watching the girl undergo the examination.
But his cold, stern, and imposing presence was impossible to ignore.
The doctor suppressed his anger and nervously prepared himself to see the girl severely injured, but after the examination, he couldn’t help but let out a puzzled “Hmm?”
Aside from being slightly exhausted in Mental Power, there was nothing else wrong.
Just… just this?
A patient brought by a Shadow-phantom, only to this extent?
The doctor even instinctively glanced at the man in the corner, then quickly averted his gaze in fear, coughing and pretending to be calm. “She needs to rest for a few days, no need to worry. I’ll go prescribe some medicine now.”
Wuning nodded gratefully.
It wasn’t really a big deal—just exhaustion, probably.
The doctor hurriedly left.
Bo Yin approached, his gray eyes fixed on the girl, imprinting every detail through his retinas.
Wuning whispered her thanks, “Thank you, sir.”
“Bo Yin,” the man said quietly.
Wuning paused. “Yes, Bo Yin.”
“I don’t know what purpose you had in applying voluntarily, but now you have one last chance to withdraw—the final opportunity.”
The man’s voice was calm.
“Once you agree, no matter how scared, fearful, disgusted, or resistant you become, you won’t be able to leave us until you die.”
Wuning shrank further into the blanket.
“In return, any condition you have, we will agree to it.” Bo Yin’s gaze captured every move the girl made, his eyes deep and intense.
“You have one minute to think.”
Wuning shrugged. “I agree.”
Bo Yin’s gaze flickered. “It hasn’t been a minute yet.”
“Fine, then. My answer will still be the same after a minute.” As she spoke, Wuning’s face twisted with pain.
Her throat was swollen and torn; she really couldn’t speak anymore.
All thanks to Sanchez!
A nurse happened to bring the oral medication. Bo Yin raised his hand, and the nurse was so frightened that she trembled and dropped the medicine, shattering it on the floor.
“Go get another one.” Bo Yin glanced at her.
The nurse turned deathly pale, let out a scream, and fainted on the spot.
No decent person could remain standing after being glared at by Shadow-phantom Bo Yin!
Wuning glanced leisurely at the man.
So fierce!
A moment later, Bo Yin fetched the medicine himself, sat by the bed, and pulled Wuning into his arms. “Drink it slowly.”
Wuning held the straw in her mouth and slowly sipped the medicine.
Swallowing was too painful, so she hesitated to gulp it down. The medicine pooled in her cheeks, puffing them out.
Bo Yin held her waist and back with his left arm, gripping the medicine tube with one hand. Seeing her hesitation, he used two slender fingers to massage her chin. “Swallow it.”