BXBX NOVEL Chapter 36: After That Incident, I Knew She Was The One
With that, Jeremy reached out and pulled Claire up from the blood-soaked ground.
Her lab coat was now completely dyed red.
Jeremy noticed that Claire had virtually no strength left, she could barely stand, clearly in bad shape.
Claire was barely able to stand with Jeremy's support.
She was pale and ignored Jeremy's teasing, weakly saying, "You shouldn't have come for me. I don't think I'll live much longer. And I probably won't be able to help with your illness anymore. The medicine that can alleviate your condition is in the third drawer of the bedroom, the prescription is in there as well.
Although this medicine only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, at least it can delay the worsening of your condition..."
"Cough, cough!!"
After speaking, Claire suddenly coughed violently, then spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Her injuries had not healed, and the monster's attack had shattered her mental defenses, slamming her against a wall and worsening her condition. The fact that she had managed to slap Jeremy was entirely due to her exceptional willpower.
Once the immediate crisis was over, Claire's body completely collapsed, unable to hold up any longer.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems your situation isn't as 'fine' as you've made it out to be."
He noticed the wound on Claire's abdomen, which was clearly not fresh.
He had felt something was off when he called her earlier but didn't think much of it. Now, it seemed she had been seriously injured even then, surviving until now was nothing short of a miracle.
Claire didn't respond to Jeremy's words.
Her brows were furrowed, and her teeth clenched.
Jeremy could see she was struggling to suppress her pain.
He frowned, knowing they couldn't delay any longer.
From his experience, if such injuries weren't treated promptly, Claire wouldn't survive the day. Jeremy sighed, "You can't die. If you do, I'll go mad."
Without waiting for Claire to respond, he scooped her up in his arms.
Claire didn't struggle.
She leaned against Jeremy's shoulder, silent.
It was unclear whether she had no strength left or had passed out.
Jeremy carried Claire out of the psychotherapy room and made his way to her bedroom, familiar with the path.
After all, he had spent most of his time here receiving treatment over the past three years.
Gently, Jeremy placed Claire on the bed.
The clean sheets were immediately stained with a large patch of red.
Jeremy carefully assessed Claire's condition and found that her consciousness was somewhat blurred. Despite her efforts to stay conscious, her complexion was getting worse, enduring both physical and mental agony.
She looked up at Jeremy, weakly saying, "Don't waste your energy... I know my own condition... Without professional medical equipment here... I won't last long..."
Jeremy didn't respond verbally but approached the bed and carefully began to undo Claire's shirt and the bandages around her abdomen.
Instead of unblemished skin, he was greeted by a horrific wound.
Though it had been crudely treated, the skin around it had turned a dark purple.
Indicating blocked blood vessels and subcutaneous hemorrhage.
Upon closer examination, Jeremy discovered that the situation inside was not optimistic either. Gently pressing on several areas of Claire's abdomen, he could feel a fluid-like presence, likely indicating internal bleeding.
When Jeremy's hands touched Claire's skin, her body tensed up, and her brows furrowed. However, she soon relaxed under his touch.
Claire didn't stop Jeremy, just quietly watched him, her thoughts inscrutable.
Jeremy, absorbed in assessing the wound, frowned deeply.
Such injuries would typically be a death sentence for an ordinary person without immediate medical intervention.
Internal bleeding without medical facilities meant a common person wouldn't last long.
But Claire was no ordinary person.
As a player, her physical constitution far surpassed that of a regular human.
Plus, Jeremy had two basic healing potions on hand, which should be enough to save Claire's life.
However, the prerequisite was to clean the blood clot.
Jeremy could only try his best in this regard, not bothering to think too much about potential problems.
Saving her was the priority, everything else could wait.
Jeremy stood up to look for the medical kit.
Fortunately, the medical kit was still in the psychotherapy room, undamaged.
It was well-stocked with tourniquets, syringes, and surgical needles.
Jeremy carefully cleaned the clot at the edge, then took out two basic healing potions from the storage space and injected one into Claire.
Claire's consciousness, which had been somewhat blurry, suddenly felt a warm flow entering her body.
Following that, she felt the wounds on her body rapidly healing.
"What did you do?" Claire asked in confusion.
She could feel her body recovering at an astonishing rate.
This method of treatment was something she had never seen before.
Jeremy glanced at Claire and noticed a significant improvement in her complexion, although she was still as pale as paper. Excessive blood loss wasn't something that could be easily recovered from.
"I injected you with a basic healing potion. Remember to pay me back later." Jeremy casually mentioned, his gaze still on Claire's slowly healing wound.
Once he was sure there were no complications, his eyes inadvertently drifted upwards, admiring in silence.
He had noticed before that Claire had a prominent chest, but he hadn't expected it to be quite so impressive even when lying down.
Realizing what had likely happened, Claire guessed Jeremy must have used an extraordinary item on her.
She was about to thank him when she caught him staring intently at her chest.
Her brows knitted together in annoyance, and she coldly asked, "Have you seen enough?"
As she spoke, she reluctantly pulled over the blanket and covered her body.
"What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't shared a bed before." Jeremy retorted, his gaze returning to her face.
He immediately realized his mistake.
Because that was just an accident, he didn't even remember the process.
Jeremy had been undergoing psychological therapy with Claire when he unexpectedly fell ill.
By the time he woke up, Claire had been sleeping next to him. Both of them undressed.
Claire didn't say much when she woke up, just assumed that it never happened.
Since then, the incident had remained a silent presence between them.
But Jeremy knew that Claire had always kept this matter to her heart and never let it go from beginning to end.
Sure enough, upon hearing Jeremy's words, Claire's expression changed immediately.
She looked at Jeremy coldly, her lips pursed, not saying a word.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.
"Cough, I'll step out for a bit. You should rest." Jeremy quickly realized the mood had soured and made a hasty exit from the bedroom.
Despite this, the gaze from behind still made his hair stand on end.
Inside the bedroom, Claire's expression was a complex mix of emotions.
...
Meanwhile, in the outer rings of Moonlight City.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The deafening roar of gunfire abruptly shattered the city's silence.
Many were jolted awake by the noise.
Their eyes widening in shock as they looked towards the source.
Unbeknownst to them, an armored torrent had appeared in the city.
Tanks and armored vehicles advanced in neat rows, their roaring engines unstoppable like bulldozers moving towards the city center.
All the things standing in front of them, whether they were monsters or cars, were smashed to pieces, unable to stop their footsteps.
Following the armored vehicles were fully armed soldiers with icy stares.
They marched in step, working together efficiently to clean up any monsters missed by the artillery fire.
This force was massive, consisting of thousands of personnel.
However, the most eye-catching was the figure standing atop a tank at the forefront of the formation.
He was clad in military gear, with a burly physique and a scruffy beard, shouldering a rocket launcher. His appearance was somewhat unkempt, yet he exuded a bold aura.
Behind the burly man, Bonnie, Emma, Ritchie, and others stood in an armored vehicle.
They looked dazed, still not quite processing what was happening.
They had been sleeping peacefully when this man, without a word, had people enter the school and bring them onto the vehicle.
Ritchie was so scared he almost wet himself, his mind racing through every misdeed he had committed in his life.
Bonnie recognized the burly man's identity and appeared relatively calm, but she too was clueless about Howard's intentions.
After a moment, Bonnie asked loudly, "Uncle Howard, where are we going?"
Howard, who was busy clearing monsters with his rocket launcher, chuckled at Bonnie's question. "We're going to find your classmate." he replied with a smile.
The group exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding.
Bonnie hesitated before asking, "Uncle Howard, are you looking for Jeremy?"
Of all her classmates, Jeremy was the only one she thought Howard would care so much about. Howard grinned broadly but remained silent.
He had seen Jeremy's video.
After watching it, Howard had only one thought.
He needed that guy!