Chapter 311: The Blade Under the Dawn

The light coming through the window crack was no longer pure black, but carried the city's characteristic gray, dirty look.

The medicine smell was still pungent, but it couldn't cover the increasingly ominous sickness on Xuanyuan Qing.

The last bit of vitality on her face had also disappeared, leaving only a sallow color, her breathing so light it was almost impossible to catch.

The silver needles inserted into her neck and chest were trembling with a significantly larger amplitude, and the frequency was chaotic, no longer the controlled, rhythmic light trembling from before.

Lin Yu stood by the bed, his fingers brushing over several needle tails, the strange vibration transmitted from the needle tips making his brows knit tightly instantly.

The toxins were adapting, and even beginning to counterattack.

The suppression effect was fading rapidly.

He turned around, his movements without any hesitation.

He took out the medicine powder pounded last night from the medicine box and carefully wrapped it in a small piece of oil paper.

He picked up the small porcelain bottle of dark green ointment again, poured half into another clean bottle, added a few drops of a transparent liquid that was unclear what it was, and shook it gently.

Finally, he pulled a thin, cold-gleaming surgical scalpel from the medical kit, and together with the medicine package and medicine water, handed them to Xu Xiaochuan.

"The map is drawn on the inner layer of the oil paper of the medicine package, showing the abandoned subway line leading out of the city. If I don't send news back within an hour, or... if this place is discovered," Lin Yu's voice was very low, with no emotion, "use this medicine water to wipe her neck and armpits to cool her down, and use the surgical scalpel to... cut open the ventilation duct grille. In the corner of the inner room, the most inconspicuous vent can lead to the garbage station in the alley outside."

Xu Xiaochuan's fingers were ice-cold, gripping those few things tightly; they were heavy, pressing on his heart and making him panic.

"Director Zhao... A Gui said he..."

Lin Yu interrupted him, turned around, with his back to the light, his expression blurred, only his voice cold as ice shards.

"Zhao Kang. Twenty years ago, among the students I taught, he had the highest talent."

He paused, and only Xuanyuan Qing's thread-like breathing remained in the air.

"Unfortunately, he used it in the wrong place. He wanted to take a crooked path, stole things he shouldn't have learned, and even wanted to touch my inheritance. When I left Haicheng back then, his 'contribution' was not small."

Lin Yu walked to the corner, took off the work jacket full of stains and blood, and changed into an older, darker gray hoodie, a pair of washed-out work pants, the pant legs stained with oil.

He took a dirty baseball cap from a cloth bag and pulled it very low, covering most of his face.

He also took out a crumpled blue disposable mask from another pocket and put it on.

Just by changing his clothes, his entire aura changed completely.

The previous cold, upright feeling was gone, replaced by a slight hunch, carrying a bit of a low-level marketplace small character's sleaziness and exhaustion.

His walking posture also changed, his steps small and fast, his shoulders habitually hunched, as if guarding against something at any time.

If he hadn't watched it with his own eyes, Xu Xiaochuan couldn't have connected the inconspicuous man in front of him with the decisive, terrifyingly skilled Lin Yu from before.

Lin Yu took out an old-fashioned slider phone from his pocket that had been used for a long time and the shell was worn bald, and handed it to Xu Xiaochuan.

"At a critical moment, it might save your life. Press the '#' key three times in a row, and it will emit a high-frequency interference pulse; the range is not large, but it can paralyze most electronic equipment for a few seconds. Remember, the battery is only enough for one use."

He checked his belongings one last time.

Besides his wallet and a small first-aid kit, there were a few thin, long silver needles hidden on the inside of his sleeves, fixed with a special technique, the needle tips occasionally flashing with cold light in the dim light.

The silenced pistol he had seized from the pursuers was tucked behind his waist, covered by the hem of his loose hoodie.

Just then, Xuanyuan Qing on the diagnostic bed suddenly arched her body, emitting a violent and painful choking cough!

A few mouthfuls of dark red, black-tinged blood foam surged from the corners of her mouth, splashing onto the white bed sheet, the color stinging to the eyes.

Her body began to twitch slightly uncontrollably, and the silver needles inserted into her body seemed to encounter a strong earthquake, trembling crazily!

Lin Yu rushed back to the bedside in one step, his hands moving so fast they left afterimages, his index and middle fingers joined, precisely locking onto several acupoints on the back of Xuanyuan Qing's neck, while shouting in a low voice: "Guard your heart and mind!"

His other hand quickly twisted several of the most violently trembling silver needles, and a restrained but powerful force was transmitted through the needle bodies.

Xuanyuan Qing's twitching slowly subsided, but her complexion became even more ashen.

Lin Yu withdrew his hand and stood straight, the gravity on his face almost dripping water.

"The toxins have begun to erode the central nervous system. Can't wait any longer."

He looked at Xu Xiaochuan one last time, his face hidden under the hat brim and mask, revealing a near-cruel calmness.

"In the hospital, it's very chaotic. Except for Director Zhao, whom I told you to find, don't trust anyone, even those in white coats. When necessary, protect her, take her and go,"

He paused and added, "Abandon me."

These three words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into Xu Xiaochuan's heart.

The moment before Lin Yu's hand was about to push open the broken wooden door, the black chip in Xu Xiaochuan's pocket that had always been ice-cold, and the mysterious mark on his back, simultaneously transmitted an extremely faint, almost uncatchable warmth.

The direction that feeling pointed to was exactly the hospital Lin Yu was going to.

A vague, uneasy premonition quietly climbed into his heart.

Creak—

The door was pushed open.

The slightly cold air of the early morning mixed with the clamor of the street rushed in.

The dawn light outlined Lin Yu's hunched back, half in the light, half in the shadow.

He didn't look back, stepped out in one step, and merged into the gray, gradually increasing crowd before the city woke up.

The door closed gently.

Xu Xiaochuan stood in place, gripping the medicine package, medicine water, and the cold surgical scalpel tightly.

Behind him was the life-or-death, weak-breathing Xuanyuan Qing.

In front of him was the heavy entrustment left by Lin Yu and that crisis-ridden destination.

The laboratory alarm exploded in his eardrums, one after another, and the footsteps outside the door were chaotic and urgent, from far to near, the encirclement shrinking.

Lin Yu turned around and twisted the heavy metal door lock of the laboratory tightly; in the chaos, the test tube rack on the laboratory bench overturned, liquid splashing, colorful. Pungent chemical odors, mixed with the stench of protein decay, spread rapidly.

He grabbed the laboratory chair and smashed it hard against the wall's main power box. Several thick electric wires were pulled apart with force, electric sparks exploding, and the burnt smell of ozone followed.

The laboratory instantly fell into darkness. As the lights went out, Lin Yu hunched his body and slid behind the metal laboratory bench.

The sound of door slamming, one louder than the other. The door frame twisted, creaking. Finally, the door lock collapsed completely.

Several strong men in security uniforms rushed in, holding guns, the emergency lights dim. They fired blindly into the darkness. Bullets hit the metal bench top, sparks splashing. The sound of glass vessels shattering followed one after another; someone was splashed by strong acid or unknown reagents, screaming miserably, mixed with terrified curses.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Yu moved like a shadow sticking to the ground, moving rapidly toward the ventilation duct above his head. That was the only way to survive. ===== CHAPTER 312 =====