Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1753: Chapter 1752: Death

”You’re wrong! I’m a military doctor. I’m a soldier first, then a doctor! I will never save someone who has malicious intentions toward me!” An Hao gritted her teeth and said.

”Fine. Then give it a try! See if you can kill me!” The man nicknamed Rat suddenly relaxed his grip, creating distance between himself and An Hao.

He was about to subdue An Hao, forcing her to comply with his will.

Suddenly, he heard the rustling sound of leaves coming from the bushes.

Rat turned alertly, only to see a shadow clad in black leap from the distance like an arrow leaving the bowstring, charging at him with a ferocity akin to a tiger.

Dammit!

Rat inwardly cursed. Judging by the other’s movements, this was clearly a trained fighter. He quickly drew his gun, aiming at the figure, but before he could fire, the figure’s kick sent his weapon flying. The two immediately engaged in close combat!

His body was violently slammed into a grip as solid as iron. Following closely, a sharp dagger pressed tightly against his neck as a low, furious voice—like the wrathful King of Hell emerging from the depths of the underworld—spoke: ”She can’t kill you, but I can!”

This was a fight unlike any Rat had ever experienced; it lasted less than three seconds.

The figure dodged his attacks, delivered an elbow strike that crashed into his cheekbone, caught his jaw in a chokehold with their left arm, and held the dagger against his neck with their right hand in a deadly lock.

Then, from behind him, the same low, icy voice full of seething fury echoed again, filled with the chilling intensity of hell itself: ”She can’t kill you, but I can!”

Rat felt the cold, penetrating chill of the dagger against his neck, the sensation traveling through his entire body. For the first time, he experienced a deathly fear more vivid than anything he’d ever felt.

”No! No, no, wait! Who are you, hero? Let’s talk, shall we?” Rat begged repeatedly, and as he finished speaking, his gaze caught a glimpse of something in the moonlight—a patch of deep green. ”You’re a soldier!”

”I am. I’ve specifically come to capture scum like you drug traffickers!”

Rat’s pupils contracted violently. Just as he opened his mouth to shout, he felt a sudden chill at his throat, followed by a sharp pain, and then an uncontrollable gush of warm liquid.

His breath became abruptly ragged; blood flowed profusely from his mouth and nose. Rat’s eyes widened in shock as his body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, soundlessly.

An Hao witnessed the scene, her heart seemingly on the verge of stopping from the shock.

Though she was a doctor, familiar with blood and death, it was the first time she’d seen someone killed right before her eyes.

But the trembling sensation only lasted for two seconds. When the man standing in front of her turned around, in an instant, all her worries, fears, and the unease she’d felt during these days vanished entirely.

Because the man before her wasn’t a stranger—it was her husband, Qin Jian!

Under the moonlight, Qin Jian stared at her, his lips pressed into a taut line.

Her expression shifted—from terror, to astonishment, then to unbridled joy. Moments later, tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Qin Jian’s blood rushed through his veins, pounding with intensity, surging to every part of his body.

”Qin Jian...” An Hao spoke shakily, silently calling his name as she walked toward him.

In that instant, every worry, fear, and anxiety Qin Jian had felt about losing her dissolved entirely. He opened his arms wide, stepping forward to pull An Hao into a tight embrace—a fervent hold, as if he wanted to merge her into his own flesh and bones, never to lose her again.

An Hao clutched at his collar, crying silently. All the pretense of strength she’d maintained for that harrowing day and night melted into her tears.

Yes, in front of him, there was no need to be strong!