"His condition is critical. We need to act quickly." The instructor's words interrupted Sylvie's thoughts, but her eyes remained on the scene before her. "Morse..." She murmured in a low voice, staring at the scene in front of her with dull eyes, and a chill ran down her spine. The missing arm, the scars all over the body... everything seemed so serious and cruel. This was the first time she felt such a strong fear. She was…scared. In a trance, the scene before her eyes overlapped with her past. The boy lying on the ground seemed to have become another person, with the same blood, the same fishy smell, the same rapid breathing, and the faint light barely maintaining the boy's life. "No...no...don't do it again..." Her breathing became rapid unconsciously, the world began to spin, and her heartbeat accelerated like a drum. “Haa…Haa…” The past and the present were intertwined, and she could no longer distinguish the boundary between the two. As Sylvie panicked, the mentor realized that time was running out. She had already given Morse a potion, but his injuries were so severe that the potion was far from effective and could not even work properly. This was one of the reasons why she brought Sylvie with her. When the instructor turned to look at Sylvie, he immediately noticed her panic and the urgency of the situation. "Alas, why did she collapse at this moment..." The instructor sighed inwardly. 'If I had known that his injury was so serious, I would have brought the exam supervisor with me.'
Morse's situation was indeed difficult for students to handle, but things had come to a point where there was no other choice. "We can't waste any more time." The instructor reached out his hand without hesitation and patted Sylvie's head gently with a force that brought a hint of pain. Boom! "Wake up!" The instructor's voice was stern, "You can't back down now. This is a critical moment. You are a therapist and you have the ability to save a life." She didn't know Sylvie's name or her rank, but now, Sylvie was their only therapist and she had no choice. "Ugh...!" The sudden touch and the harsh words of her mentor brought Sylvie back to reality, and she couldn't help but let out a groan. "I'm...I'm sorry," she said as her thoughts calmed down and guilt overwhelmed her. "Kid, I don't need your apology, and neither does he." The tutor approached Sylvie with a hint of helplessness in his tone. "It seems you know his name." She pointed at Morse and continued, "Morse Scott, ranked 2450, is known for his weak constitution. I heard that he has a bad reputation and is often excluded." Sylvie wasn't sure where the mentor got all this information from, but she didn't care. "Even so," the mentor continued, "he was still there, trying to prove himself by fighting monsters." She pointed to the defeated monsters around her, "Even though he might be targeted by the Devil Contract, he still tried to survive. Despite all the injuries and pain, he didn't give up and still fought." After saying these words, the tutor stood in front of Sylvie and put his hand on her shoulder. "You are his only hope now, and you are crying now. Don't you think it's a bit unfair to him? Do you think you are the only one who has experienced heartbreak in the world? Grow up, kid, and do what you should do. I will wait for you." With a final pat on Sylvie's shoulder, the mentor turned and left, leaving her alone with the injured Morse. Sylvie was alone, staring at Morse. "I...I..." She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a complete sentence. Plop! Plop! Her heartbeat accelerated due to the panic just now, but strangely, at this moment, perhaps the mentor's words took effect, her thoughts began to clear, and a sentence emerged in her memory. "You need to get a grip on yourself." This is what Morse once said to her. At that time, she felt that he had invaded her private space. Why did he say such a thing without knowing her?
"That level of fear not only puts you in danger, it puts your future teammates in danger. If you can't control your emotions in combat, you're a liability, and that's dangerous." He might not have said these words to become her teammate, but now, these words began to echo in her mind. "If you are not willing to face your own weaknesses, then perhaps you should reconsider your stay at this academy." If he wasn't at the academy right now, if there was another healer here, would they be able to save him? "What if I wasn't here? What if a better person was here?" Self-loathing, anger at the world, a sense of responsibility and vulnerability... At this moment, Sylvie's heart is filled with these emotions. "Sylvie." The words kept echoing in her mind. "You know what? If you keep going like this, you'll never be able to move forward." She looked down at her hands. "Grow up, kid, and do what you have to do." As the words sunk into her, her eyes turned to Morse, who lay on the ground. "You've been avoiding the past. Don't you think it's time to accept reality?" "Accept..." She murmured quietly. "If it were you, sister, you would definitely be able to do it." When the figure in her memory overlapped with Morse, she seemed to see a smile on his face. It was a smile that showed one's belief that she could do it. "you're right." That's it. “I have to do it.” Sylvie clenched her fists, bit her lips, and forced herself to face everything in front of her without fear. "I won't run away anymore." The constraints she had placed on herself, her fears... Her heart still beat faster with these emotions. despair! She took the first step. She took it all in, and in that instant, her mind became calm. It was as if her powers flowed more fluidly than ever before, and she could feel everything more clearly. The faint light emanating from Morse, his vitality... “Haha…”
She took a deep breath, steadied herself, walked over to Morse and sat in front of him. I began to carefully assess Morse's condition. His breathing was weak and his pulse was also very weak. The broken arm was a serious problem, and his body had multiple lacerations and wounds from battle. "Five broken ribs, bleeding in the lungs, excessive blood loss..." Even Sylvie, who studied healing arts, didn't understand how he had managed to hold on until now. With such injuries, he should have died long ago. As she continued her analysis, she discovered the answer. "Hmm? What is this?" There was a strange substance emitting light flowing in his body. His lost blood seemed to be constantly refreshed, as if something was trying to repair his body, but due to the severe injuries, it could not fully recover. "Is this a potion?" She was puzzled for a moment, but quickly put the question aside. Now was not the time to think about these things. "I'm going to start." The diagnosis is complete, now it's time to start treatment. “Haha…” She breathed a sigh of relief, steeling her resolve and activating her healing abilities. "No matter what, I'm going to save you." Her green eyes were filled with determination, and all her attention was focused on Morse in front of her. 'First, I need to take care of the laceration scar.' As she thought about it, she began to use her magic power to repair the wounds, torn muscles and gaps on Morse's body. This process was crucial, she had to make sure he didn't lose any more blood. 'It feels different.' This was completely different from when she was healing others before. Her mana became more stable and her abilities began to come more easily. 'I can do that.' With precise and gentle movements, she repaired the wounds and closed the torn muscles. 'Now, stabilize the broken rib.' She turned to the five broken ribs and gently aligned them with the mana thread. As an awakened one, Morse's bones were stronger than those of ordinary people. This increased the difficulty and required her to use more delicate techniques to move the ribs. It was delicate work, and she made sure the bones were reunited and ready to heal. 'I did it.'
She breathed a sigh of relief. 'But it's not enough.' The most dangerous part is still internal bleeding and organ damage. His internal organs were severely damaged and required immediate attention. Sylvie focuses her healing energies on damaged tissues, prompting them to stop bleeding and promote the body's natural healing. At this moment, there were no distracting thoughts in her mind, and she controlled her magic power entirely by instinct. This was her first time dealing with internal organ damage, which was unimaginable for a freshman therapy student. In the college curriculum, these things are taught only in the second grade. But now, none of this matters anymore. As if some force was guiding her, her magic flowed hypnotically. However, at this moment, the light on Morse suddenly disappeared. "No!" This means he has lost his life. "No!" She screamed, her heart seemed to be squeezed. "No----!" A deep scream of pain erupted from Sylvie's soul, echoing throughout the dungeon.
