Heroic Death System (Bl)

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He was happy from the bottom of his heart and was prepared to go with a 'love at first sight' excuse, but it was the wrong person! Shang Ke was very disappointed and his mood became very heavy.

His eyes, that were shining like stars for a second, turned dim the next.

Rhine subconsciously observed his own hand. Although there were some calluses, the shape was perfect with slender fingers and a gracefully jutting ulna. It was not ugly to the point someone would flat out refuse to live anymore, right?

Just as he was immersed in those thoughts, the sword in Shang Ke's hands fell to the ground with a 'clang' and the person himself fell sideways. Rhine caught him and the first thing he felt when he touched him was the heat below his palms. A high temperature and stiff muscles showed that his current situation was not ideal at all. To be able to persevere until they rushed over and then faint, his willpower was truly astonishing.

When Rhine brought back Shang Ke, almost all of the soldiers came out to meet them. Hot tears flowed from each of the soldiers when they saw the frightening injuries and bloodstains on Shang Ke's body. The shouts of 'Sir' resounded one after another.

Rhine delivered Shang Ke to the medical treatment center. Although the place was already packed with people, the doctors still prepared a single room for him. With the current medical technology, common external injuries could basically all be healed. Moreover, with the alpha's body qualities, their self-recovery ability was several times higher than betas and omegas. As long as they were alive, they would not need long to return to being a powerful fighter.

However, Shang Ke's situation was far from good.

The doctor has turned and told Rhine after he helped check and treat Shang Ke for three hours, "Brigadier General Rhine, please sent Second Lieutenant Filmore to the capital hospital as soon as possible."

Rhine's expression dulled, "Is it very severe?"

The doctor said with concern, "His external injuries are not severe, but he had stayed in the sandstorm's radiation for two days. In addition to his physical strength being overused, his muscles appear to have entered a state of deadlock and large numbers of cells have died. We are unable to offer effective treatment here. Even if he returns to the hospital, I believe that the probability of a complete recovery does not surpass 50%. Second Lieutenant Filmore... I'm afraid he will never return to his former state."

Remorse shone in the doctor's eyes. Such a narrow shot at survival. It was his moment to enjoy the honor of a hero and the time of his life, yet he was also faced with losing the opportunity to ever be promoted higher. Wasn't this world too cruel to this young second lieutenant?

"I understand, I will prepare to transport him there tomorrow." Rhine took one final look at Shang Ke, then turned and left.

When Shang Ke woke next, it was already seven days later. He was brought back to the capital and placed in the number one military hospital in the Empire.

"How do you feel?" A middle-aged doctor gently asked.

Shang Ke opened his mouth but no sound came out. He could only use his eyes to express himself. Besides his body being sore, weak, unable to move and having a splitting headache, there were no other major problems he could detect.