"Thank you for your work today. You can go home and rest now."
Watching Cameron walk away, Elion, who had stayed until the very end to be informed of everything, knew it was time to leave.
He also needed to look for a life outside these hospital walls. He also remembered that even someone like Cameron had built her own life.
Elion wanted things like that for his life as well, but now he was too sick to do anything, so why worry about this? His priorities were different, and he had to meet certain standards if he wanted to grow old.
Instead of thinking about others, Elion needed to think about how to save more people. Otherwise, if he saved one person a day and somehow his streak was extinguished, then his numbers would drop to zero, and when that happened, he would die like the people in that movie he watched where time was life.
His time was life, and now he also had other responsibilities, such as his job at the hotel.
Just as Elion was worried about his life, he felt a vibration in his pocket. He was surprised; there were few people who would call him right now, so he was curious whether it was the hotel.
Elion took out his phone and took a look: it was an emergency medical message from an unknown number requesting his medical services. The emergency medical call referred to the fact that the assassin was unable to return to the hotel and had to wait for help from a secluded location outside the Continental's grounds.
According to what Charon had told him, he could receive this type of offer if his location was close to the site where his services were required.
The message would be sent instantly to the closest doctor to the assassin.
In case of rejection, it would be forwarded to the next doctor. However, generally speaking, no one would refuse such an unexpected field mission. Because if the doctor completed the job successfully, the cost of the treatment could be doubled.
For many doctors in clandestine organizations, gold coins were what they sought.
Nevertheless, Charon warned him about the problems he could encounter if he assisted assassins outside the facilities controlled by the hotel. If Elion was unlucky, he could end up involved in unfortunate situations—healing someone whom another person did not want healed and suffering certain repercussions.
It was true that it was dangerous, but Elion was running out of alternatives.
Elion was not after the gold coins; he was seeking to save his own life and earn money as well as connections along the way, so he would not miss the opportunity to save lives.
After obtaining some first-aid supplies from the emergency room, Elion hurried toward the scene, following the GPS instructions.
By then, a large crowd had already gathered, and everyone was pointing at the scene in front of them. Their words were filled with exclamations like "Oh my God!" and "How terrible!", but none of them truly cared about what was in front of them.
Everyone witnessing the bloody scene before them was there purely out of morbid curiosity.
Elion, thinking it might be necessary, covered his face with a black mask, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, and made his way to the scene where the crowd had gathered.
At first, he doubted whether this was really the place from which the emergency request had come, but only after witnessing what everyone else was seeing did he immediately understand the situation.
A man lay on his side on the ground, with a pool of blood beneath him and shards of glass scattered around. His condition was unknown.
Elion looked up and saw that a glass window was missing on the second floor of the building across the street.
This guy must have jumped from the second floor after breaking the glass with his body—pretty stupid. That was what Elion thought when he saw the injuries of the man lying on the ground.
At the moment, several people were attempting to perform emergency CPR. However, their technique seemed quite clumsy, though their good intentions were what mattered.
Nevertheless, the most important thing right now was to stop the bleeding, not to perform CPR.
Seeing that they were doing what mattered least at the moment, Elion quickly stepped forward and pushed them aside. "Step back, I'm a doctor. I'll do what I can to help him."
Upon hearing Elion's words, the man who was about to resume his first-aid efforts—learned from countless movies—looked up and said with dissatisfaction, "I'm trying to save him too! Can't you see he's about to die?"
"Wait, are you really a doctor? Why don't you show your face first? It looks like you're just here looking for your few seconds of glory." The man deliberately emphasized that Elion was only someone seeking his moments of glory.
Elion reluctantly showed his internship certificate from Princeton University Hospital to prove his identity.
The man looked at it, still distrustful, and said,
"You're just an intern. Are you sure you can handle this? Do you have experience in emergency care?"
"Step aside and let me do my job, otherwise the people backing this man will think you're trying to kill him."
Elion's cold words made everyone step back a little, even the man who had seemed eager to perform an act of kindness quickly moved away from the spot.
No one wanted to get involved in the murky situation behind the man lying in a pool of blood. Upon closer analysis of the scene, it seemed that whatever was behind it was not legal.
Many, realizing that this was a situation that could escalate quickly, quietly walked away.
Elion immediately crouched down and began pulling out various first-aid tools.
He did not want to waste any more time talking nonsense with the people around him.
Seeing Elion lay out the first-aid kit on his own, everyone understood that he was not here by chance, as many had speculated.
"You're one of those, aren't you?"
"A healer."
Those of Elion's class—doctors who worked to save the lives of assassins or leaders of clandestine organizations—were referred to as healers. They only saved lives in exchange for large sums of money and exposed themselves to danger.
Many regarded healers as war doctors, because they were always in danger and could die at any moment.
Elion, of course, did not respond. With a focused expression, he took out medical gauze and pressed it directly against the assassin's jugular vein, which was bleeding profusely due to the broken glass.
Then rapid hemostasis was achieved using the pressure hemostasis method. This scene immediately silenced the audience that still dared to remain at the site.
Facts spoke louder than words: Elion's approach was completely correct.
No one had thought about stopping the bleeding; the first thing everyone considered was whether he had a pulse or was breathing.
Of course, many were not prepared to assist people in this type of situation. Many, in an attempt to save someone's life, freeze up and only do the first thing that comes to mind.
Elion was not concerned about his surroundings; right now, a person's life was in his hands, and as a doctor, it was his duty to save it regardless of who the person was or what he did in his life.
The weight of interest or obligation was not on his mind at the moment; he only wanted to do his best to save a life.
While stopping the bleeding, his eyes quickly scanned the exposed skin of the assassin. He felt as though he had seen a similar case on some television show.
"Get me out of this place…"
Elion understood that saving this man's life was not his only problem, so looking at the group of people who were still there, he took out a coin and said, "If you can find a secluded place and keep the secret, you can split this coin among yourselves."
"For just one coin? We're not getting involved in your problems."
"Make it two." Elion tossed the two coins, one to each man who was there, and without saying a word, they stepped forward to help him move the man.
Elion was not finished with the job; he knew that this man's life was not safe yet, so he made sure to keep his own safe as well.