Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 230 The Beautiful Doctor's Love and Career (82 words)

Gu Yichen said, panting heavily. His voice was weak and powerless, and his eyes revealed a trace of despair and resentment.

His body leaned against the wall, his weapon drooping slightly, as if he had lost the strength to continue fighting.

"No, we must hold on! Yun Suisi and the others will definitely come to rescue us! We can't give up!"

Mu Shang gritted his teeth and said, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and madness.

He gripped his weapon tightly, as if using his last strength to fight against fate to the very end.

As soon as Mu Shang finished speaking, the entire basement seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

A suffocating atmosphere of despair permeated the murky and oppressive air.

The dim light flickered laboriously in the murky atmosphere, vaguely illuminating the mountains of debris piled up all around, teetering on the verge of collapse, and the moss-covered, peeling walls.

Each shadow was like a demon lurking in the darkness, ready to devour them at any moment.

A hint of confusion and helplessness was revealed in Gu Yichen's eyes.

His once handsome face was now covered in dust and sweat, with several bloodstains faintly visible beneath the grime.

Those were the cruel marks left from the previous thrilling battle with the monster.

His body trembled slightly, his breathing was rapid and heavy, and his gaze toward Mu Shang was full of dependence and pleading.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the extremely oppressive atmosphere blocked his words in his throat.

She could only silently convey her inner fear and longing to Mu Shang with her eyes, as if drawing her last strength from him.

That was his only lifeline in this desperate situation.

Mu Shang's heart clenched suddenly.

He keenly caught the gaze that Gu Yichen was casting, quickly turned his head, and his eyes instantly became firm and gentle.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his arms and hugged Gu Yichen tightly.

One hand gently stroked the back of Gu Yichen's head, while the other hand slowly and rhythmically patted his back, trying to soothe his extremely tense nerves.

Mu Shang pressed his face against Gu Yichen's ear, his warm breath caressing his earlobe, his voice deep and firm, carrying an undeniable power:

"Yichen, don't be afraid."

We've been through so many life-or-death trials together, we're sure we'll get through this one safely too.

I'm by your side, I'll never let you get hurt, believe me, okay?

Mu Shang's voice was gentle and affectionate, every word seemed to come from the softest part of his heart, full of protection for Gu Yichen.

Gu Yichen hugged Mu Shang's waist tightly, burying her face in the crook of Mu Shang's neck:

"Okay, I believe you, I've always believed you."

The two of them remained tightly embraced in the dimly lit basement.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only their slightly rapid breathing mingling and echoing in the small space.

Occasionally, the low growls of monsters could be heard in the distance, like a countdown to death, closing in step by step, making one's heart tremble with fear.

In Mu Shang's warm and strong embrace, Gu Yichen's emotions gradually stabilized.

He took a deep breath and was about to reply when suddenly a slight noise came from the dark corner beside him.

Mu Shang instantly became alert, his body tensing up instinctively.

He pulled Gu Yichen even closer behind him, his eyes fixed on that direction.

His muscles were taut like strings, ready to fight to the death against unknown dangers for Gu Yichen.

As the noise grew louder, a gigantic monster reeking of decay suddenly leaped out of the darkness.

Its body was more than two people tall, and its thick limbs made a dull and terrifying sound as they stepped on the ground.

Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if it were the footsteps of death.

The monster's skin was a chilling bluish-black color.

It was covered in a sticky liquid and emitted a nauseating stench.

Its head was enormous and twisted, and its blood-red eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the darkness.

Its gaping maw was full of sharp fangs, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, baring its teeth and claws as it lunged at them.

Gu Yichen and Mu Shang did not back down in the slightest.

Their eyes met in an instant, conveying a determination and courage to share life and death.

They then quickly broke free from each other's embrace.

Each gripped their weapon tightly, their eyes revealing determination and courage.

Although Gu Yichen's eyes still held a trace of fear, beneath that fear lay an even stronger determination to protect Mu Shang and survive.

He tightened his grip on the dagger, its cold gleam flashing in the dim light, as if echoing his resolve.

Mu Shang stood sideways in front of Gu Yichen, his upright posture like an unbreakable barrier, shielding his comrades behind him from danger.

He gripped the thick iron bar he had found in the ruins tightly in both hands.

The iron rod still bore mottled rust and dried bloodstains.

Those were the traces left from the previous battle, but now they had become their only support.

The monster swung its thick arms, rushing towards them with a sharp whistling sound.

Mu Shang nimbly dodged to the side, and at the same time raised his weapon and smashed it hard towards the monster's head.

The iron rod struck the monster's head with a dull thud.

The monster roared in pain, the sound making the surrounding debris tremble.

Then it launched an even more frenzied attack.

The enormous claws, reeking of decay, swept towards them again and again.

Gu Yichen took the opportunity to circle around to the side of the monster.

His eyes were fixed on a relatively weak spot on the monster's abdomen.

That was the only possible breakthrough they had found in their previous battles.

He used all his strength to stab the monster in the abdomen with the dagger in his hand.

But the monster's skin was as hard as iron, and the dagger only managed to pierce a small part of its surface, splattering out a few drops of foul-smelling liquid.

The liquid splashed onto Gu Yichen's face, but he didn't care at all. He simply withdrew his dagger quickly, preparing for the next attack.

The battle reached its climax, with the two engaging in fierce combat with the monster.

Mu Shang's strength gradually depleted, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat that slid down his cheeks.

His movements were no longer as agile as they had been at the beginning.

But his gaze remained firm, fixed intently on the monster's every move, searching for its weakness.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, and each dodge and attack required him to mobilize all his strength.

Gu Yichen also felt powerless.

His arms ached terribly; every swing of his weapon felt like dragging a heavy iron chain, requiring all his strength.

His back was already soaked with sweat, and his clothes clung tightly to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no time to care about any of that.

During a fierce attack by a monster, Mu Shang was accidentally scratched on the arm by the monster's claws while protecting Gu Yichen, and blood instantly stained his sleeve.

The wound was so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out. Seeing this, Gu Yichen was frantic with worry and cried out:

"Mu Shang, how are you?"

Mu Shang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and endured the pain as he said:

"I'm fine, keep fighting!"

He tore off a piece of his clothing, used it to bandage his wound, and then picked up his weapon again to join the battle.

However, as time went on, their physical strength deteriorated, and they sustained many new wounds.

Gu Yichen's leg was grazed by the monster's claws, leaving a long bloody mark;

Mu Shang was also hit on the back by the monster. His body swayed, but he still managed to stand firm.

The monster seemed to sense their exhaustion and intensified its attacks.

It seemed to mock their weakness, launching wave after wave of attacks with menacing ferocity, each attack carrying deadly danger.