Chapter 43: I Overestimated Them (1/2)

Chapter 43: I Overestimated Them

Huo Neil arranged a single ward specifically for Cillin.

Cillin had not been sent to the sickbay of the aircraft for long before the sounds of intense fighting began to ring from below. There were even the blasts and rumblings of heavy weaponries. It would seem that the big black mouse had gone completely mad.

Cillin could deduce his allies’ firepower distribution from the sounds of combat. He could tell that the black mice were growing increasingly disorganized. Their leader’s confusion had severely affected their movements.

“Why, it would seem that the final battle has begun.”

One of the medical staff treating Cillin’s wounds said. Their tones were a little relaxed after hearing from their co-workers that the crisis was almost over.

The s.h.i.+p responsible for additional medical support had arrived at the s.p.a.ce station outside the planet. Some of the emergency meds had also been sent over already, and once the matter was said and done, the rest of the medical staff would probably be sent over to treat the wounded.

“Yeah, boss Huo has this in his grasp.” A medic who came in bringing more medical supplies said. He looked at Cillin lying on the bed and asked, “Are you a student too?”

Cillin nodded.

The medic gave him a thumbs-up, “I’ve heard from comrades; you all did really well this battle. However, things are a little unfortunate for that student named Hard.”

“Hard? What happened to him?” Cillin was surprised. Now that he thought of it, he hadn’t heard anything about Hard so far.

“He’s in the intensive care unit right now. I heard that he had suffered a few blows saving his squadmate, and then a few more wounds during the latter battle. The antiserums we injected were useless. The mouse poison had already seeped into his internal organs, and I heard that he won’t last for much longer.” The medic said regretfully. He was only a student in his teen years. In their eyes he was just a child, and for a child to be able to partic.i.p.ate in the battle courageously and not leave or give up on his comrade was incredibly commendable.

Cillin leaped down from the sickbed, “Which ward is he in?”

“The third emergency room upstairs turn right.”

“Hey, your wounds are not…”

“I won’t die from this.” Cillin left the medical staffs behind, walked out of the room and headed upstairs.

When he got upstairs, Cillin did not need to look at the door number to know which room was Hard’s. There were a few soldiers wrapped in bandages standing in front of a door. They were probably Hard’s squadmates. There was also a man leaning against the wall and crying while hugging his head. It was Sird.

It was at this moment the door of the intensive care unit opened, and the doctor walked out while rubbing his forehead wearily, “I’m truly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. All the antiserums we’ve injected were useless. He is a strong man with a strong desire to live. It is amazing that he held out for this long already. Go… go and see him, all of you. He… should be able to hold out for five minutes at best.”

Sird and Hard’s squadmates rushed in almost instantly. As he watched Hard’s blackened and rotting appearance, Sird rubbed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath and walked to his side.

Hard was wearing an oxygen mask. It was obvious that he had difficulty to even breathe. His eyes were so swollen that it was impossible to see their original contour. Hard could barely see the few people around him through the slightly opened slits of his eyes. Not only was his vision incredibly blurry, his hearing had weakened by a lot as well. But he knew who they were. He only needed to look at their blurry figures once to know their ident.i.ties.

Hard could not utter a single word. Cillin could only distinguish what he said from the shape of his mouth.

“I… don’t… want… to… die…”

“It’s gonna be okay, you won’t die. Didn’t you always say that you’re going to be a general so you can scorn those sarcastic sonuvab.i.t.c.hes with your nostrils! Come on!” Sird nearly roared out those words with a shaking voice.

Hard’s tears were tinged with the color of blood when it dripped from the corner of his eyes and onto the white pillow. He knew very well what awaited him. He did not have much time. Still, he really wanted to go back home or at the very least call his family right now. But they were too far apart, and by the time the call came through, it would already be too late.