The Return of the God Level Assassin

Chapter 1176: YUNYUE VS FENGHUANG (XI)

LUO YAN jolted upright, his body reacting before his mind fully woke up. His brain, still foggy from sleep, couldn't quite place the source of the scream echoing through the cabin, but he was certain it was one of the women. The details were hazy, but his instincts kicked in immediately. Without hesitation, he swiftly sent a message to their team channel.

Noctis: [Something happened in our cabin.]

Before he could send another word, a chorus of panicked voices began to fill the cabin.

"What...what was that? Who screamed? Sarah? Sarah, are you alright?" Mrs. Thompson's frightened voice rang out, her concern unmistakable as she called for her daughter.

"I'm...I'm okay, Mother," Miss Thompson replied, her voice trembling with fear.

"Then--"

Mrs. Thompson had just started speaking when a weak voice suddenly cut her off, stopping her mid-sentence.

"H-help..."

Though the voice was so soft it was barely audible, Luo Yan had no doubt—it was Mrs. Winslow who had just spoken. As the dutiful adopted daughter, he knew he should respond immediately.

"M-mother?" he called tentatively.

But his voice was so soft that Mrs. Thompson's voice immediately swallowed it up.

"Mrs. Winslow? Is that you, Mrs. Winslow? Are you alright?"

"Please, tell us what happened—is anyone in danger?"

Miss Thompson ignored the growing crowd and hurried straight toward the train attendant assigned to their car. He was already making his way toward her, clearly having heard the screams coming from their cabin.

The attendant stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "Madam, I heard a scream. Is there trouble? Do you need assistance?"

Miss Thompson's voice was low and unsteady, each word escaping with barely contained panic. "There... someone has been stabbed in our cabin. Please, call the train manager—or a doctor, anyone who can help."

The train attendant, clearly unprepared for such a situation, stood frozen in shock. Miss Thompson's frustration grew; every second he stood there wasted precious time that Mrs. Winslow might not have.

Just as she was about to raise her voice at the attendant, a calm voice suddenly spoke from behind her.

"Pardon me. I couldn't help but hear your conversation. I'm a doctor. If there's someone injured, I can help."

Held securely by Miss Thompson, Luo Yan had a clear view of the man who had just spoken. He looked to be in his mid-30s, of average height and appearance, with a kind expression that suggested he truly wanted to help.

Miss Thompson turned to the man, relief flooding her face as if he were a savior. "Oh, thank you, sir. Please, come quickly."

"One moment, please—I'll just retrieve my medical bag," he replied calmly before stepping away.

As they waited, Miss Thompson turned sharply to the attendant, who was still standing frozen in place. "Go get the train manager, now," she ordered, her tone firm. The attendant blinked, finally snapping out of his daze, and hurried off.

Meanwhile, other passengers crowded around, peppering them with questions about what had happened, their worried voices growing louder.

Noticing Miss Thompson was close to losing her patience, Luo Yan decided to help by letting out a quiet, distressed cry.