nucmednet Chapter 53 Ward Monitoring
Chapter 53 Ward Monitoring
Lin Mo suffered severe burns to his skin, resulting in necrosis in multiple areas.
Suya sat by the hospital bed, holding a damp gauze pad, carefully wiping her brother's chapped lips. Lin Mo lay there, eyes closed, breathing weakly and steadily. The green numbers on the monitor indicated that his vital signs were relatively stable. The doctor said he had acute radiation poisoning, coupled with excessive fatigue, and would need to remain in a coma for at least 48 hours before waking up.
But Suya knew that her brother wasn't that fragile.
Her gaze slowly shifted to the ceiling in the corner of the ward—where an inconspicuous hemispherical camera was installed, its red indicator light flashing rhythmically, like the eye of some cold-blooded creature.
drop.
The monitor emitted a soft beep, indicating that Lin Mo's heart rate had dropped from 72 to 70.
Almost at the same instant, Suya caught a glimpse of the tiny anomaly on the monitor screen out of the corner of her eye.
The live feed inside the ward did not flicker.
The footage transmitted back to the control room from the camera showed a very slight pause—about 0.5 seconds.
For ordinary people, this is just a network lag. But for Suya, who has undergone special training in "Eden," it is a fatal flaw.
True real-time monitoring involves a continuous data stream. This 0.5-second delay means that the signal is intercepted, decoded, and retransmitted during transmission. In other words, a third-party receiver is spying on this ward in real time.
The Butcher's informants are still in the base.
Her slender fingers paused slightly, the damp gauze lingering on Lin Mo's lips. She wasn't panicked; instead, she felt an unprecedented calm. She gently lowered the gauze, stood up, and seemingly casually tidied the IV tubing by the bedside, but in reality, using her body as cover, she secretly focused her gaze on the angle of the camera.
If Lin Mo is really unconscious, then now is the time when the other party is most relaxed.
But what if Lin Mo was faking it?
Suya's heart skipped a beat. She recalled Lin Mo's meaningful look before he rushed into the reactor, and his last words on the communication channel, "Don't cry... I'm still alive"—his voice was weak, but the control in his tone didn't sound like someone who had just suffered a serious injury.
This is a play.
A play specifically prepared for the traitor hiding in the shadows.
Lin Mo was feigning unconsciousness; he was luring the snake out of its hole.
Suya took a deep breath, her face quickly contorting into a look of utter grief. She grabbed Lin Mo's hand, the one not receiving the IV drip, and pressed it tightly against her cheek, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were weeping silently.
In the camera footage, she must look like a helpless little girl, having lost her only support and filled with panic.
"Brother..." she murmured softly, her voice just loud enough for the microphone to pick up, "You have to wake up... What will I do without you?"
She's acting.
She was playing the role of a weak, dependent "sample" who could be exploited at any time, as seen by the "Eden" instructor.
Time ticked by, and the red light on the camera continued to flash. Suya could feel those eyes watching her, assessing her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Half an hour later, Suya pretended to be tired and fell asleep by the bed.
Ten minutes later, a very slight airflow disturbance came from the vent of the ward.
Her elegant eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not open her eyes.
coming.
The hidden traitor finally couldn't hold back any longer and prepared to approach the core target while Lin Mo was "unconscious" and security was lax.
Suya silently counted the seconds in her mind.
Three, two, one...
Suddenly, Lin Mo, who had been "unconscious" on the bed, abruptly opened his eyes! There was no trace of illness in those eyes, only a cold killing intent as deep as an abyss.
Without making a sound, he sprang from the bed like a cheetah, his movements so fast that he left only a blur.
At the same time, Suya also stood up instantly, turned to face the door, and her originally gentle eyes instantly became sharp as knives.
The heavy metal door to the ward was not pushed open; the intruder was clearly well-trained and chose to enter through the ventilation duct in the ceiling.
Just as a hand wearing a tactical glove poked its head out of the ventilation grille, Lin Mo had already rushed down below.
"Got you?"
Lin Mo's deep voice echoed in the cramped ward. He grabbed the wrist, twisted it with the force, and launched himself into the air, his knee slamming into the metal plate of the ventilation vent.
boom!
The entire steel plate was violently kicked away, and a dark figure fell down in a sorry state.
The man was wearing a base logistics uniform, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief. He clearly hadn't expected that Lin Mo, who had just been on the verge of death, could unleash such terrifying speed.
"You...you weren't suffering from radiation poisoning?" The man clutched his chest and roared in disbelief.
Lin Mo stared coldly at him, approaching step by step, his burns seemingly having no effect on his movements.
"This price is worth paying to lure you out."
Suya stood aside, looking at the man who was being pinned to the ground by Lin Mo, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever.