The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 101

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Rosalie stepped forward and gently wrapped her fingers around Monica’s icy hand, trying to pass a little warmth into her.

“I … probably won’t make it. But having you as my friend, I’m really happy.

“It’s just a pity about my mother … I haven’t stayed by her side for long, and now I’m leaving her already.”

Monica’s gaze was going unfocused as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Rosalie brushed that tear away and curled her fingers tight around it in her palm.

Her voice rang out, firm and unshakable. “Monica, I am absolutely not letting you die.”

Rosalie first slipped a pill between Monica’s lips, buying a little more time for her life.

Then, she carefully checked her condition from head to toe.

Rosalie’s brows knitted tight; Monica had two babies in her belly, and one of them was in the wrong position-turned breech-which was why the birth had completely stalled.

Rosalie frantically searched her mind for a solution, but could only pull up a detailed theory— no real hands-on skill to back it.

In the calm space of her thoughts, she asked, “System, is there any way for me to learn the actual procedure?”

“Once medical proficiency reaches Level 3, simple surgical procedures will be unlocked.”

Right now, Rosalie’s medical proficiency was still stuck at Level 2, twenty points short of Level

Twenty points didn’t sound like much, but she’d have to personally brew twenty batches of medicine to get them.

And each batch took at least half an hour; Rosalie glanced at sweat-soaked Monica and knew she clearly wouldn’t last that long.

Rosalie worriedly bit down on her lip as she tried to think of a way out, chewing until the corner of her mouth broke and bled.

Gael stepped in, tugged her lip gently free from her teeth, and murmured, “Matriarch, don’t panic… you’re hurting your lips.”

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“Hurt…”

Rosalie’s eyes lit up at once as an idea snapped into place.

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She yanked out a bone knife and, in one clean motion, sliced a long gash across her own arm- blood immediately burst out in a hot spray.

Gael smacked the knife from her hand with one palm, breathing a little hard as he demanded, “Matriarch! What are you doing?”

Brow furrowed, Rosalie gritted through the pain, rummaged through Sabrina’s medicine chest for herbs, wiped away the blood, packed the wound with the herbs, and finally wrapped it tight with a beast-hide band.

Gael still had no idea what she was trying to do when, in the next heartbeat, she snatched the bone knife back up from the floor and slashed open a fresh cut on her other arm.

Then she repeated the same steps all over again.

By the third time, when Rosalie turned the knife toward her leg, Gael intercepted it midair; the sharp edge sank into his palm as he grabbed it, bright red blood sliding along the blade and dripping onto the floor.

Gael locked eyes with Rosalie, brows drawn tight, but his grip on the bone knife didn’t loosen at

all.

From blood loss, Rosalie’s face had gone pale, and her lips were completely drained of color, but this was the only way she saw.

Bandaging an injured person gave her five points of proficiency each time; she still needed ten more. Just two more rounds and she’d reach Level 3-and then she could save Monica.

Rosalie’s gaze turned flinty. “Let go

Gael tightened his grip on the blade itself and, clenching through the pain, wrenched the knife out of Rosalie’s hand and flung, it aside.

Blood sprayed with the motion of the knife, and Gael’s hand was already drenched in red

“Gael!”

Rosalie yelled, panic spiking in her chest.

But Gael reached behind himself and drew a second blade, its color and texture completely different from the bone knife-it was iron, clearly sharper and deadlier.

His emerald green eyes were filled with nothing but grim resolve.

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Rosalie’s heart lurched as Gael calmly drew the blade across both his palms, splitting them

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