After all six people, including Yaya's parents, collapsed, two men in white coats and surgical masks approached.
"That special ability of yours sure is handy," the younger man remarked to the middle-aged man beside him. "Everyone passed out in just thirty seconds. It works even better than knockout drugs."
The middle-aged man said nothing, merely looking through the glass window at the little girl in the intensive care unit.
Compared with the younger man's cheerful mood, the middle-aged man looked far more conflicted.
The middle-aged man had originally been a doctor. Ever since boarding the Endless Train, he had told himself to abandon his instinct to save lives as a doctor. Killing to protect himself was something he had to do.
But this was his first time targeting a child, and he still couldn't quite bring himself to do it.
Perhaps his conscience had held him back, making him lose his usual precision when he struck and leaving the little girl a slim chance of survival.
By the time he tried to finish her off, her mother had arrived. Because of the quest restrictions, he couldn't let the girl's mother see him, even if she didn't see his face.
He could only flee with his companion.
That single second of hesitation had caused him so much trouble. He had actually failed to complete this link in the quest chain.
Fortunately, he still had a chance to fix it.
But targeting the child again felt no easier than it had the first time.
He hesitated again.
Noticing the middle-aged man's reluctance, his younger companion clicked his tongue. "Let me do it this time, so we don't have a repeat of last time."
With that, the younger man grasped the intensive care unit's door handle.
Just then, something suddenly whistled through the