FT DR Chapter 2: Too Many Halos, Too Unclear

Chapter 2: Too Many Halos, Too Unclear

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

“One, two, three…” As the black man counted, the entire central hall erupted like a boiling pot, with everyone loudly pleading:

“Please, Mr. Little Hannibal, please step forward!”

“Yes, please save us, my child is only two years old.”

“My wife is pregnant, please, Mr. Little Hannibal, you have a noble identity, they won’t harm you.”

“Yes, if you step forward now, the future commander will definitely be able to save you.”

However, their pleas fell on deaf ears, receiving no response. It wasn’t until the black man reached “eight” and still no one stepped forward to admit they were the son of Commander Hannibal.

Watching the sobbing girl in the black man’s hand, Wu Chenghe’s heart burned with anxiety. He was a doctor, but also a soldier. He couldn’t bear to watch terrorists kill in front of him. But he had no knife or gun, and he himself was a combat weakling. Standing up at such a moment was tantamount to seeking death, at most turning himself into the next hostage to be shot.

It would be best to find Little Hannibal… Wu Chenghe looked around, hoping to judge any suspicious individuals from their microexpressions. His second major was in psychology, but there were too many people on the scene, and he didn’t have time to sift through each one. And the worst part was: he didn’t even know if he was Little Hannibal!

“Nine…” The black man had already counted to nine, and his index finger began to slowly pull the trigger. Just then, the girl in his hand suddenly went limp, clutching her chest with both hands, her eyes rolling back, mouth wide open, emitting a choking “hissing” sound.

The black man was momentarily stunned, so much so that the last number slipped from his mouth and he swallowed it back down. He grabbed the girl’s limp body, placing her on the floor, but the gun in his hand still pointed at her head.

It’s asthma! Wu Chenghe’s heart sank. Just as he was thinking about how to save her, he heard a voice in his head saying, “Stand up and save her.”

And then he involuntarily stood up.

What’s going on?! Wu Chenghe was dumbfounded. This body completely refuses to listen! Is it because our party’s self-sacrificing political education is too successful? Or am I naturally endowed with a halo of martyrdom?

Seeing someone stand up, the chaotic crowd instantly quieted down, staring at Wu Chenghe.

“…I am a doctor.” Frozen for half a second, Wu Chenghe, with a scalp tingling, said, “She’s having an asthma attack.” Slowly raising both hands, trying to maintain eye contact with the black man as calmly and harmlessly as possible, he said, “She’s having an asthma attack. If not treated immediately, she will asphyxiate and die.”

Since he had stood up, he could only do what he could and leave the rest to fate. Wu Chenghe took a deep breath, calmly and clearly took out the first aid kit from under the seat, and looked at the black man, saying earnestly, “If she dies like this, your previous order will not be valid. In order to maintain your authority, please, allow me to treat her. If you want to continue your previous threat, you can take me as a hostage later.”

A dead silence fell over the crowd. No one expected someone to seek death at such a moment, let alone a frail teenager who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Suddenly, they felt a sense of reverence towards him.

The black man, meeting Wu Chenghe’s gaze, did not rebuke him. His pupils contracted slightly, then expanded, his facial muscles relaxed, revealing a dreamy look, as if half asleep and half awake. Although he didn’t agree to his request, he didn’t stop him either.

Wu Chenghe had been a peacekeeping army doctor for two years, never on the front lines, but he had undergone extremely rigorous counter-terrorism training. He tried to stabilize his emotions and, holding the first aid kit, stepped onto the platform.

As their eyes met, the black man’s pupils shrank slightly, as if suddenly coming to his senses. He lowered his head, and the gun in his hand immediately pressed against Wu Chenghe’s temple. “Who are you?”

I also want to know, okay… Wu Chenghe calmly rescued the girl, saying, “I am a doctor.”

“Doctor?” The black man looked at his youthful face, his skilled and steady movements, with some skepticism. “How old are you, fifteen? Or sixteen?”

I also want to know, okay… Wu Chenghe sighed again.

The girl woke up after a brief faint, her azure eyes looking at Wu Chenghe, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Save me, brother, I don’t want to die…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Wu Chenghe put a breathing mask on her and gently stroked her silky blonde hair. “You will survive, keep breathing, don’t panic.”

The girl looked into his eyes, her trembling body slowly relaxing, her slender fingers gripping his hand tightly, but her tears slowly stopping. At that moment, Wu Chenghe was highly suspicious that besides having a saintly halo, he also had a hypnotic aura.

“I admire your courage, kid.” The black man tapped Wu Chenghe’s head with the barrel of his gun. “But sorry, the game must go on!” He looked at the passengers and suddenly raised his voice, “Once again, I’ll count to ten, Mr. Little Hannibal. If you don’t step forward, this brave young man will meet God. Look, our great Hannibal, his son turns out to be a wimp, not even comparable to this little nurse!”

With the cold barrel pressed against his forehead, Wu Chenghe felt quite distressed, but out of optimism, he rolled his eyes at the nickname “little nurse.”

“No, brother, don’t…” The still-recovering girl held Wu Chenghe’s hand, shaking her head in despair. 

Wu Chenghe was preoccupied with the countdown, “One, two, three… eight, nine…”

Before the last number could be uttered, the entire central hall suddenly shook violently. Then, all the lights went out abruptly, in the blink of an eye. Wu Chenghe quickly ducked to avoid the muzzle. 

“Buzz—” After a light sound, a searing electric current flew past his ear, and a muffled sound came from a distant metal wall.

Dodging the fatal blow, Wu Chenghe didn’t hesitate. He scooped up the girl lying on the ground and dashed to the right rear, where there should be a narrow aisle with a row of empty seats.

Another violent tremor shook the entire hall, which tilted. Wu Chenghe realized that although his current body was thin, it had good endurance and balance. He effortlessly ran to the target position while carrying a girl who weighed seventy or eighty pounds.

“Don’t make a sound.” Wu Chenghe placed the girl in the adjacent seat, sat down himself, fastened the seatbelt, put on the breathing mask, and then ensured the girl was also taken care of properly, squeezing her hand tightly to signal her not to panic.

As the angle of the hall’s tilt gradually increased, there were rumblings underfoot, as if something was exploding. Over four hundred passengers screamed uncontrollably, mingled with the hysterical shouts of the hijackers. Chaos reigned.

Wu Chenghe held onto the armrest tightly, feeling the whole ship plummeting, his eardrums emitting a buzzing sound under the strain. Suddenly, with a “pop”, followed by a sharp pain in his right shoulder, as if hit by a bullet. But he couldn’t afford to care, just tightly closed his eyes to resist the feeling of weightlessness brought about by the acceleration.

“Black alert, black alert.” A mechanical female voice echoed through the hall. “Left and right main engines damaged, cooling system stopped working, this ship is in the process of crashing. Boarding gates B, C, D, F have been forcibly opened, unidentified intruders are landing.”

Was it the police? Wu Chenghe felt like he was running out of breath. The girl grabbed his hand, and he didn’t know where she got such strength, nearly crushing his palm bones.

“Bang!” With a loud noise, the surroundings suddenly lit up brightly. Wu Chenghe was dazzled by the lights, and after dizziness, he found that the front door had been blasted open with a charred large hole. A large group of burly men in black combat uniforms rushed in, their dark weapons emitting dazzling red lights, easily overpowering the struggling hijackers.

“Don’t panic, fasten your seatbelts!” someone shouted loudly. “We are the Voyager Army Cavalry Corps. The terrorists have been completely subdued by us.” After a moment of silence, cheers erupted in the hall. The man continued, “The ‘Mayflower’ is severely damaged. Our engineers are stabilizing the gravity system. Everyone stay calm, line up, I will arrange for your evacuation.”

His voice was deep and calm, with a convincing charm, and the passengers in the hall quickly calmed down, queuing up in the aisle.

As the floor returned to level, the sensation of weightlessness disappeared. Wu Chenghe took off the breathing mask and found that the girl beside him had fainted again, her face pale. He quickly picked her up and shouted, “There’s a patient here, please make way!”

The evacuating passengers voluntarily made a gap, and Wu Chenghe squeezed to the front with the girl in his arms. At the door stood a man in black, who looked somewhat Russian, very tall and burly, extending his arms to take the girl from him. “Leave the patient to me. You’re injured. Take the right passage. There will be a flight surgeon to treat you.”

“Brother!” The girl woke up, curled up in Wu Chenghe’s arms like a frightened little animal, grabbing his collar and not letting go, her expression pleading not to be abandoned. The Russian man tried to take her away, and she even tore Wu Chenghe’s collar.

Saintly halo in action! Wu Chenghe’s shoulder throbbed with pain, but he couldn’t let go. He had to say, “I’ll carry her, it’s just a superficial wound.”

The Russian man didn’t insist and instructed him to go right.

Wu Chenghe followed a group of wounded people onto a connecting passage marked “Exit D” and arrived at another military starship a few minutes later. Several medics were sorting out the wounded. Wu Chenghe and the semi-conscious girl were escorted into a small treatment cabin by a tall Russian female doctor.

“She has asthma, possibly with mild cardiovascular disease, and no external injuries.” Wu Chenghe placed the girl on the treatment bed, but because her hand was still gripping his tightly, he could only stand by the bed.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is fine.” The female doctor skillfully provided first aid to the girl, assisted her breathing, injected medication, and then asked Wu Chenghe, “How about you? Does the wound hurt?”

“I’m fine.” Wu Chenghe smiled bitterly. “And she’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even know her.”

“Oh, so you’re a knight.” The female doctor raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to sit in the chair as she used scissors to cut away the clothing covering his wound, injecting anesthesia to numb the area. The girl on the treatment bed fell asleep under the sedative, finally releasing her grip. Wu Chenghe grimaced and flexed his fingers, noticing bruises on his wrist from her tight grip.

“How’s the situation?” The Russian man who had met him at the door walked in, asking the female doctor. 

The doctor nodded to him in acknowledgment. “Captain. The patients are all settled. There are seventeen severely wounded, but none are in critical condition.”

“Good.” The man referred to as “squad captain” nodded. 

The female doctor skillfully sutured Wu Chenghe’s wound and asked, “Have they caught the hijackers?”

“They’re all dead. The ‘Mayflower’ has exploded. They fought to the end, so we had to withdraw first.” The squad captain frowned. “Damn it, this sector has always been peaceful. How could the Free Revolutionary Army be here? If we hadn’t been passing by on a mission, who knows how many people would have died.”

“They were looking for someone, Hannibal’s son,” Wu Chenghe interjected.

“Hannibal’s son? I haven’t heard of him. Wasn’t his only son supposed to be participating in the interstellar baseball league today? How could he be here?” The squad captain looked at him, then suddenly glanced at his neck. “What’s this?”

Wu Chenghe looked down and realized that his collar had been torn open by the girl earlier, revealing a square pendant the size of a fingernail.

“A special pass?” The squad captain reached out and removed his pendant, and somehow, the device suddenly projected a holographic screen about five centimeters square.

“What?” Wu Chenghe asked in confusion.

The squad captain glanced at the holographic screen, his expression turning incredulous as he looked back at him. “Charlie Simpson. Isn’t Hannibal’s last name Simpson? You have a pass issued by him… So the terrorists were after you?” 

Author’s note:

Author: It’s not a saintly halo or a hypnotic halo, it’s a little nurse halo, weak and suffering =，=

Dr. Wu: Fuck you, I’m not a nurse, I’m a doctor!

Author: Little nurse halo is superior! O（≧?≦）O

Dr. Wu: Are you crazy…?