Seraphina Sullivan followed the blood-soaked Forrest Sterling, sprinting toward the brothers’ temporary lodging in the safe zone.
A dense crowd had already formed, surrounding the area three layers deep, a buzz of discussion filling the air.
"Sigh, it’s true. Players look so impressive, able to fight and endure, but in reality, every time they enter an instance, they’re betting their lives. They’re always walking on a knife’s edge..."
"Tell me about it! Those two brothers from the Sterling Family seemed so capable before. Who would’ve thought that in the blink of an eye... they’d end up like this..."
"Yeah, that wound looks terrifying. I wonder if he can be saved..."
"Out of the way! Everyone, move!"
Forrest Sterling shouted hoarsely, shoving his way through the crowd to clear a path for Seraphina Sullivan and Sean Chandler.
Seeing Seraphina Sullivan and Sean Chandler—and especially Seraphina’s calm, grim expression—the crowd realized they were here to help. They stopped blocking the path and quickly parted, forming a corridor.
Seraphina then saw River Sterling, who was lying on a wooden plank.
His abdomen was covered with a towel, now blackened and completely saturated with blood, yet horrifying amounts of it still seeped out from underneath.
River Sterling’s face was ashen, his eyes shut tight. His breathing was shallow and rapid.
He was on the verge of death, taking in far less air than he was breathing out.
Without a word, Seraphina Sullivan immediately knelt and gently lifted the heavy, damp towel.
"Ah—!"
A timid onlooker couldn’t help but let out a short, startled cry.
River Sterling’s entire abdomen had been torn open by some kind of claw or fang, leaving a massive, grotesque wound. The flesh was peeled back, revealing the bone beneath, and even the edges of his pulsating organs were visible.
Blood pulsed out like an open floodgate, gushing in time with his faint breaths and heartbeat!
The situation was critical. There wasn’t a moment to lose.
Seraphina Sullivan’s gaze hardened. She raised her right hand, and a white light gathered above her palm as she deployed her newly acquired Skill, Flower Therapy, for the first time in the field.
One by one, pure white Healing Flowers formed from Energy began to materialize, each emitting a soft, healing glow. Under her precise Control, they drifted down to hover over the wound on River Sterling’s abdomen.
The white flowers released a gentle Life Energy, attempting to stabilize River Sterling’s rapidly fading Life Force and stanch the bleeding.
Meanwhile, Seraphina Sullivan’s left hand was not idle. She activated her Clean Bubble Skill!
Countless iridescent, transparent bubbles materialized from thin air, precisely covering the wound’s surface and delving into its depths.
They quickly yet gently cleansed away the filth, blood, and any potential foreign bodies or toxins, creating a sterile environment for the treatment that would follow.
Then, while the light from Flower Therapy and the Purification Effect of Clean Bubble were still active, a needle and thread composed of pure Energy materialized in her hands.
Seraphina Sullivan’s movements were lightning-fast, her gaze terrifyingly focused.
She pushed her Quick Sewing Skill to its absolute limit.
The Silver Needle moved like a living sprite, darting through torn flesh, ruptured blood vessels, and even along the edges of River Sterling’s damaged organs—aligning tissues and tying off sutures... Every stitch was precise and steady.
At a speed that defied all logic, Seraphina Sullivan stitched the horrifying wound closed from the inside out, layer by meticulous layer.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, the three Skills transitioning seamlessly. Calm, precise, efficient.
The murmuring crowd gradually fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, watching the miraculous healing scene in stunned silence.
They were utterly amazed by Seraphina Sullivan’s masterful performance.
Nourished by the continuous motes of Healing light from Flower Therapy and stitched with Seraphina’s precise, efficient Quick Sewing, the massive, gruesome wound on River Sterling’s abdomen was finally sealed perfectly. The bleeding stopped completely.



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