Three Hours (Third Update)

Mu Fan stood upright, his heartbeat suppressed to its slowest point at this moment.

Under the influence of psionic energy, breathing became as natural as a summer night breeze, and even the smell of blood on his body disappeared.

Mu Fan walked through a small grove of trees behind the Medical Center, watching the actions of everyone nearby.

One step, two steps, and one of the watchers turned his head to the other side.

Mu Fan placed his right hand on the side fence, then defied the laws of physics with a side somersault and flashed past.

At that moment, another gaze fell upon them, but they found nothing amiss.

In their perception, the place remained as peaceful as ever, with no one and no unusual activity.

Mu Fan walked along the outer edge of the fence, in the shadows of the branches and leaves.

He silently memorized the patterns of everyone's glances.

A shrewd hunter must have absolute patience to familiarize himself with every move of his prey.

Three seconds later, the two people who were originally monitoring this place shifted their gaze elsewhere. Mu Fan lightly leaped up and down like a bird, taking several steps in succession.

Three, two, one.

The figure suddenly crouched down, pressing his palm against the ground, his entire body less than 1 centimeter above the ground, in a state of suspended support.

Mu Fan looked at the vegetation in front of him.

That was the actual outer vegetation of the building complex, about 300 meters away. The only obstacle was a man in a suit holding night vision goggles standing there.

He paced back and forth listlessly.

Three minutes later, Mu Fan, who was both running and walking, had already bypassed the other dozen or so pairs of eyes like a cheetah and approached this last line of defense.

In another corner of the Medical Center, out of sight of the surrounding area, the Luo Saihu yawned, already preparing to return to the Hover Car.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a ghostly figure was slowly moving toward their west.

Beyond the west side lies the actual Eastern District district of buildings.

It has to be said that the position of the person in front of Mu Fan was absolutely brilliant. He was standing in front of one of the rocks in the middle of two huge rocks, in the only passage, and was walking back and forth.

Mu Fan had already quietly approached the person to within five meters, but the other party still hadn't noticed him.

Under the cold night sky, Mu Fan's eyes were frighteningly calm.

He had silently memorized the movements of the person in front of him, along with the four people within a hundred meters to his side.

Five seconds later, the four people 100 meters to the left will move south, while the person in front will turn counterclockwise.

This will be his chance.

Five seconds later, the person really started to rotate counterclockwise.

Mu Fan's body slowly swelled up.

Closer, closer...

When the two were less than 2 meters apart, the person finally passed in front of Mu Fan.

At this moment, Mu Fan actually stood up and lightly moved to a position less than half a meter behind the other person!

Their steps were perfectly synchronized with the other person's, like a puppet perfectly mimicking their movements.

The most terrifying thing is that this person has no idea that there is a pair of blankly staring at his back.

Step by step, he returned to his starting point. Mu Fan calmly watched the man's head turn back and gently took a step to the right.

The person completely disappeared from this area...

"Hmm, nothing's been happening here, boss." This guy had felt something was off, but he figured it was probably because he was tired from keeping watch here for so long.

Report to the boss and arrange for people to take turns monitoring them as soon as possible.

After dodging behind the rocks, Mu Fan was completely out of the area where he was being watched.

For the rest of the time, I'll probably keep thinking he's still there.

Mu Fan glanced back indifferently and then walked straight ahead.

Blockade, breakthrough.

"The car is behind a wall about 400 meters ahead."

"Knew."

A moment later, Mu Fan appeared inside; Mu Fan was the only person inside the enclosed vehicle.

From now until tomorrow, he will become a ghost walking in the darkness.

"Black, call Bai Guyue."

Mu Fan looked at his left hand. He could still gently curl his little finger and ring finger, but the remaining three fingers were temporarily immobile.

This is only temporary, because he can still feel the touch in his fingertips, and he needs to restore his nerve function as soon as possible.

At this point, Bai Guyue, who holds the title of Advanced Herbalist, will be his only option.

Under the simulated darkness, the wristwatch directly replaced the Sky Communicator, using Mu Fan's Sky Communicator card number as a disguise to dial Bai Guyue's number.

In Shan Yu Alley, District E, the exquisite building is enveloped by various plants.

It was nearly 1 a. m. when a girl was fast asleep on the lab table.

The experimental equipment next to her hadn't been washed yet, and the girl was still wearing a white lab coat.

It's obvious that he was too tired and fell asleep.

However, for Bai Guyue, this was already commonplace.

In my grandfather's words, we need to have a sense of crisis about the future in order to survive better in this world.

Bai Guyue, who was always obedient and well-behaved, naturally chose to listen to her grandfather.

I've fallen asleep from exhaustion while doing experiments several times already.

As long as Grandpa doesn't find out, it's fine.

The girl next to the lab bench reached out her fair wrist and instinctively grabbed a beaker, then hugged it to her chest and slept even more peacefully.

But then a sudden ringing of a bell startled the girl.

"I was just so tired, I only slept for a little while, just a very short time!"

The girl in the white lab coat stood up and said hurriedly.

But after five seconds, the bell was still ringing urgently, and she realized that it wasn't her grandfather coming to check up on her!

"Phew, great, I dodged it once."

Thinking that her grandfather hadn't discovered her, the shy girl smiled happily.

Beep beep beep!

It's still ringing. It's already past midnight, who would contact me? The Biology and Pharmacist Association?

Bai Guyue looked over curiously, and the Sky Communicator board displayed two words: [Mu Fan].

Um?

With a question in her eyes, Bai Guyue answered the call.

"Mu Fan, what brings you here so late?"

Hearing Bai Guyue connect to the Sky Communicator, Mu Fan felt half relieved.

"I have three overlapping gunshot wounds on my left shoulder. Although I've received initial treatment, I'm still losing blood, and my left hand's nerve function is impaired. I need your help." Mu Fan felt a sticky sensation in his left shoulder and stated the facts in the most concise language possible.

"Ah, come quick!"

Upon hearing the words "gunshot wound," Bai Guyue was startled and quickly replied without asking a single extra word.

Pressing the control button next to it with my palm, the specially designed Biological Repair Pod began to emit a faint glow.

At the same time, an operating table popped up next to them, covered with a dense array of surgical instruments.

With a mask and disposable gloves attached, Bai Guyue was ready to provide first aid.

"Thank you, I'll be there shortly." Mu Fan had already seen the end of the street corner, where the entrance to Shan Yu Alley was located.

The Sky Communicator was disconnected.

The driverless vehicle stopped, and when Mu Fan appeared, the tall wooden door creaked open.

The girl in the white pharmacist's robe was already looking at Mu Fan.

"Come in quickly."

Without saying much, Mu Fan slipped inside, and the Hover Car quietly drove to the side.

The night fell silent.

However, on the operating table on the first floor, Bai Guyue looked at Mu Fan's wound with a grave expression. "This wound... is far too destructive. The actual tissue damage is far greater than the surface area of the injury. Even if you were treated here, it would take at least 18 hours for it to heal!"

18 hours...

Thinking about what he needed to do next, Mu Fan gently shook his head, his tone slow but unusually firm:

"At most 3 hours, I just need to restore my nerve function... Please take care of everything."