Chapter 8: Quick Escape

Lin Wenfang immediately stood up, rushed to the mouth of the alley, and glanced outside. A sense of despair almost pulled him into the abyss in an instant

The Mo Ya soldier curled his lips in disdain, casting a sidelong glance at Lin Wenfang. After Lin Wenfang had roughly tended to the wound, binding it with a roll of bandage, he began to fumble around for scissors to cut the excess bandage. Lin Wenfang was quite nervous; in front of this Mo Ya special forces soldier, this might be his only opportunity to come into contact with a "weapon." Despite the fact that this Mo Ya special forces soldier had his assault rifle hanging in front of his chest, if Lin Wenfang were to reach behind him for a pistol, it would undoubtedly be this Mo Ya soldier who could fire first. Lin Wenfang was very tense; in front of this Mo Ya special forces soldier, this might be his only chance to handle a "weapon." Although this Mo Ya special forces soldier had his assault rifle hanging in front of him, if Lin Wenfang were to reach behind for a pistol, it would certainly be this soldier who could fire first. Judging by his formidable appearance, the gun had long since become a part of his body. When Lin Wenfang picked up the scissors, the Mo Ya soldier glanced over, but Lin Wenfang did not move; he obediently cut the bandage. When he set the scissors down, he could clearly sense that the Mo Ya soldier had relaxed.

Yue Yuyin wrapped her arms around Lin Wenfang's neck and said softly, "It won't happen."

He picked up the assault rifle and slung it over his neck, then removed a very lightweight helmet made of synthetic material from the Moja soldier, along with two pieces of integrated individual armor, one in front and one in back. After donning them, he felt a bit more secure. He then re-strapped his backpack, put on his headphones, and pulled the wrist computer out from his sleeve. He glanced at the screen; although MARS had not yet fully taken control of the entire hospital, only a few subsystems were left to crack the passwords. He then re-strapped his backpack, put on his headphones, and pulled the wrist computer out from his sleeve. He glanced at the screen; although MARS had not yet fully taken control of the entire hospital, only a few subsystems were left to crack the passwords.

She said firmly, "So can we leave here? How did you get in?"

This... Lin Wenfang scratched his head, his tone sounding somewhat aggrieved: "It seems that I can no longer fully consider myself an ordinary citizen. I just took down a Moya person."

Seeing the wounds on Lin Wenfang's body and smelling the strange scent emanating from him, Yue Yuyin anxiously asked: "What should we do now? Are you going to stay here? Those Moya people wouldn't casually harm innocent civilians, would they?"

"A-Ling?" Yue Yuyin exclaimed in surprise, "You really came."

Fortunately, the distance was not long, and Lin Wenfang quickly slipped into the storage room. The moment the door closed, he let out a sigh of relief. The items in the storage room were piled up in an exaggerated and dangerous manner, and Lin Wenfang could only carefully move some things aside to make his way toward the window. Fortunately, he did not need to break the window; he could simply slide one open to get out. Yue Yuyin originally wanted Lin Wenfang to set her down first to handle these tasks, so he wouldn't have to tire himself out like this. However, Lin Wenfang refused. The various weights he was carrying added up to over forty kilograms, but he felt that being in a situation where he could react at any moment was safer. If he were to set Yue Yuyin down and something happened, he wouldn't be able to run or fight; what could he do?

After tidying up in the storage room for about ten minutes, Lin Wen finally cleared a path. He carefully climbed out while carrying Yue Yuyin on his back, heading towards the cast-iron fence he had jumped over to enter the hospital. Climbing over the iron fence while carrying someone proved to be quite a challenge for Lin Wen. He had to be extremely cautious about his movements and positioning, ensuring that the sharp spikes at the top of the fence did not scrape Yue Yuyin. His stamina was nearly depleted, and while trying to avoid detection by the distant Mo Ya soldiers, adjusting his movements, and keeping an eye on the activity in the alley below, Lin Wen found himself utterly exhausted. He took a leap and landed on the ground of the alley, the assault rifle on his chest hitting the ground with a dull thud, a sound that was hard to ignore in the silence of the city.

Yue Yuyin's body stiffened, but soon after, she tightly embraced Lin Wenfang. She understood that it was all for her. Killing is truly not a good thing

Lin Wenfang took out a large bottle containing iodine tincture, used a dropper to spray a tube of iodine tincture onto his hands, and rubbed his hands together to clean them. He cautiously pushed the wrist computer, which was enclosed in his sleeve, further up.

Yue Yuyin nodded emphatically: "Mm, I will listen to you"

After checking the backpack, computer, wrist computer, and headphones, they set off. Lin Wenfang returned the same way, directly going down the stairs to the first floor. The corridor was filled with sporadic footsteps. Since the Mo Ya soldiers had gathered the doctors, nurses, patients, and their families for close supervision, those in the wards were not disturbed, and they would not venture out for amusement. Now the entire building was quiet, and movement in the corridor made the footsteps particularly noticeable. The corridor was filled with sporadic footsteps. Since the Mo Ya soldiers had gathered the doctors, nurses, patients, and their families for close supervision, those in the wards were not disturbed, and they would not venture out for amusement. Now the entire building was quiet, and movement in the corridor made the footsteps particularly noticeable

Lin Wenfang shoved the Mo Ya soldiers into the corner of the inspection room and peeked into the corridor leading to the fourth-floor ward. He quickly crossed the entire corridor and rushed to the door of room 407

At this moment, he dared not gauge his own heart rate and blood pressure, and could only exert all his effort to suppress the excitement and emotions surging within him. He leaned against the door and gently inquired, "Yin'er? Are you there?"

Seeing the Moya soldier attempting to pick up the rifle, Lin Wenfang used his shoulder to shove him down to the ground. He exerted all his strength with both hands and feet to restrain the Moya soldier, rendering him immobile. The soldier struggled for about one minute, but finally ceased all movement.

Lin Wenfang hesitated for a moment, but with MARS as technical support, he thought it would be possible to take the librarian Yue Yuyin away. Although it would be much more difficult than when they had sneaked in, it was not impossible. Lin Wenfang immediately said: "Alright, we need to hurry. The situation outside is changing every minute and every second. First, we should leave the hospital and then find a place to hide. No matter how things turn out, whether we leave Shenhai City or settle down here, there will always be a way."

Lin Wenfang let out a long breath and got up from the ground. There was no time for remorse or disgust, nor for various psychological adjustments. He firmly remembered why he had come to this point: there was still someone waiting for him to save them

The wheelchair rolled forward, approaching the door, becoming increasingly clear. Lin Wenfang's mood also grew more and more joyful. When the door opened, Lin Wenfang saw Yue Yuyin, her bright and clear large eyes filled with tears. Was it anxiety? Was it excitement and joy? Was it fear of the uncertain future? Or was it a sense of fulfillment, knowing that with Lin Wenfang, life and death were no longer a concern? Or perhaps there was a mix of uncertainty in all of this? Was it fear of the uncertain future? Or was it a sense of fulfillment, knowing that with Lin Wenfang, life and death were no longer a concern? Or perhaps there was a mix of uncertainty in all of this?

In that instant, Lin Wenfang suddenly jumped up. The weapon in his hand was not the scissors that would provoke the Mo Ya soldiers' fear, but rather a dropper, several centimeters long, inserted into a bottle of iodine. He swiftly plunged the dropper into the neck of a Mo Ya soldier, accurately piercing his trachea. The Mo Ya soldier's eyes widened in disbelief, revealing an expression of incredulity. A jet of blood spurted from his neck, followed by bright red blood bubbles. The Mo Ya soldier's eyes widened in disbelief, revealing an expression of incredulity. A jet of blood spurted from his neck, followed by bright red blood bubbles. He emitted a gasping sound but was unable to utter a complete word or make a louder noise.

Mo Ya's single-soldier armor has ample space between the front and back pieces, especially for someone like Lin Wenfang, who is not particularly thick-set. Yue Yuyin has no legs and is quite slender, weighing just under thirty kilograms. Over the years, Lin Wenfang has carried her many times, and after making slight adjustments, he securely placed Yue Yuyin on his back. He tightened a few straps and patted Yue Yuyin's back, saying, "Remember to keep your head down and hold on tight. There will definitely be some movement, so don't fall off."

Lin Wenfang knelt on the ground, tightly embracing Yue Yuyin in the wheelchair. He took several deep breaths to calm his excitement and said, "I promised you, when have I ever failed to do so?"

Finally, it has arrived. He does not know what he feels at this moment. A guarantee, a promise, a wild rush, an adventure, all just for her... For Yue Yuyin, for this woman who, in the eyes of many, is far from perfect, yet occupies his entire being, rendering everything else insignificant.

The soldier Mo Ya glanced at Lin Wenfang with annoyance, turned around, and opened the inspection room door, saying in a stern tone: "Hurry up, it's been so long!"