Chapter 29 Is She a Banshee <TOC> Chapter 31 My Name is Ymir
Translator: SumTLMan
The struggling expression on Rayne’s face turned stiff as he saw “Wisdom Brain’s” “green rating” while looking at the woman who was about to die at any moment.
He may not trust his own judgement, but his “Wisdom Brain” was never wrong.
……
Rayne thought he had learned to be cold-blooded and indifferent in the year he had spent after transmigrating.
He could now plunge a dagger into his enemy’s throat without batting an eye and then stab it in again.
But apparently, he wasn’t cold-blooded enough to give up his humanity, just sufficient for his survival instinct and self-preservation.
“Oh, my f*cking conscience…”
Rayne made a self-deprecating remark to himself and walked over anyway. It was as if he became a skinny stray cat in his past life and had come over to see if he could find any scraps. He intended to come forward and see what happened.
Instead of immediately approaching, he carefully picked up the black cloth mask and took it off the woman’s face with a tree branch.
She had standard western-style facial features, but they were so delicate that one couldn’t pick out any flaws.
Even though her face was pale from blood loss, she was still so stunning that one felt as if they were looking at a sleeping beauty under a high-gloss filter.
Rayne’s eyes flashed in awe for a moment, but he didn’t look away.
As his eyes travelled down, he took a closer look at the woman’s attire. After some thought, he moved a little closer and reached out to feel her pulse and check her body. He found no strange appendages like bone spurs or a tail.
At this moment, he was finally sure that he was dealing with a normal human being in front of him.
Looking down again, he saw scarlet blood continually oozing out of the woman’s clothes at her chest area.
Clearly, she was severely injured.
If Rayne didn’t act quick enough, she probably wouldn’t survive.
……
Should I save her?
Yes, no?
Rayne frowned in contemplation.
But on second thought, he realised that his obsession didn’t hold water at all.
With such injuries, it was doubtful that he could even save her with his half-assed surgeon skills.
He wasn’t going to be able to leave until dawn anyway, so after a moment of further thought, Rayne decided to do something with this already restless night.
With the full intention of practising his medical skills, he took the surgical instruments out of the storage ring and began working with his hands.
First, he laid out a thick cashmere floor mat, then picked up the unconscious woman and laid her on the mat.
Her weight wasn’t light, indicating that she was transcendent.
After awakening, the mass of human muscle fibres and bones increases by a lot, and the stronger the transcendent, the heavier their body weight became.
The surgical scissors cut from the top-down, cutting from her collar neckline down, revealing her wound.
This woman was, as he had expected, not wearing any clothes underneath. Even lying flat on her back, she had a breathtakingly proud pair of snowy peaks.
The scissors went down again and cleanly stripped her of the robe.
After a careful examination, it was evident that there was more than one injury on her body.
Rayne solemnly looked at the wound in the middle of the blonde woman’s chest, where there was a mark that looked like a beast’s claw, and muttered: “A wound of that severity would’ve killed an ordinary person a hundred times over…”
The wound was very deep, and blood was continuously flowing out from that claw mark.
Moreover, what was even more bizarre was… There were still tiny beads of blood oozing out from the pores near the wound site.
This wasn’t an ordinary external trauma but a “continuous bleeding state” caused by some transcendent power.
Also, it has prevented the wound from healing and slowly ate away at her life because of that strange force.
Rayne gently touched the skin near the wound and pinched it along the claw mark. The unusual sensation quickly allowed him to determine the approximate extent of the injury: “She has three broken ribs, left arm has comminuted fractures, damage to multiple internal organs and must be operated on as soon as possible…”
He had read many medical books over the past few days and roughly distinguished some basic conditions and treatment programs for her injuries.
However, theory belongs to theory, and when it came to surgery, Rayne wasn’t entirely sure on how to get started.
If he began the surgical operation, he might end up cutting this woman to death.
But if he didn’t operate on her, this woman will undoubtedly die.
Either way, both are her dead ends, but there was at least still a chance at life if he gave it a shot.
Rayne raised an eyebrow and calmly began cutting.
If she died, it would be good practice towards becoming a better doctor.
……
Apart from his practice with dissecting cadavers, this was the first time Rayne had ever performed a cut on a living person.
He took out the fine set of surgical instruments and began his first surgical operation in this new life in the middle of the wilderness.
Cleansing, debridement, disinfecting, suturing, setting the fractured limb…
He was absorbed in the whole process, from suturing her internal organs, blood vessels, nerves, and finally her epidermis…
He recalls the records in the medical texts as he performs the operation.
With a scalpel in hand, Rayne fell into his usual state of pure concentration during practice and acted as if he were only looking at a corpse in front of him without any further distractions.
The passage of time seemed to go unnoticed to him.
After about two and a half hours later, her wounds were sutured and closed.
The operation was perfect, at least for an apprentice surgeon like Rayne.
As for the mysterious transcendent power that was eroding the woman’s body, there wasn’t a thing he could do with his present ability.
Putting down the stitches, Rayne looked at the woman in front of him, who would probably still not live to see the light of dawn, before picking up two more healing potions and injecting them into her.
“I’ve done all I can do. Whether you can survive depends on your own luck…”
After having done all of this, Rayne gave a sigh of relief.
After wrapping up the wound with gauze, he pulled out a cashmere sleeping bag and wrapped it around the blonde woman, covering her graceful, stunningly beautiful body so that she wouldn’t lose her body heat too fast and end up freezing to death.
Now being idle, Rayne gave the unconscious woman in front of him a complicated expression as his thoughts began to race.
This woman… What is her identity?
Why did she appear alone in the wilderness with such severe injuries?
After the injection, although the blonde woman’s breathing still remained shallow, her vitals were gradually stabilising.
The firelight flickered in his eyes, illuminating both of their faces with an orange-red hue.
Rayne frowned for a long time, but when nothing came of it, he sighed and said: “It’s all right. I’m leaving at dawn anyway. So why think so much about it?”
He closed his eyes and meditated for the rest of the night.
……
The campfire was almost burnt out when Rayne was awakened by the early morning “chirps” of songbirds.
He opened his eyes to see that the fog had thinned a little, and the sun was gradually shining through the fog to dispel the curtain of night and returning light to the land.
The three fanged rabbit carcasses were already completely cold, and the morning breeze poured into his collar, sobering him up.
Rayne looked over his shoulder and saw the woman wrapped like a cocoon in a sleeping bag not far from him, sleeping soundly.
What had happened last night wasn’t a dream.
He walked over and touched her forehead and felt a bit of a low fever.
“Huh… You incredibly survived? Heh, I didn’t waste my potions after all.”
Rayne breathed a sigh of relief.
Though her breathing was weak, the woman finally had a bit of colour on her face.
After a moment’s thought, he directly opened his sleeping bag and checked the recovery of her chest wound.
The higher the transcendent had unlocked their genetic locks, the stronger the body’s self-healing ability. Together with the fact that the surgical stitches were perfect, this also accelerated her wound recovery. Of course, the healing potion was also indispensable.
All in all, the woman had survived, her wounds weren’t infected, and she was recovering nicely.
After examining her, Rayne took out another antipyretic potion and intended to inject it into a vein in her arm with a syringe.
“It’s up to you whether you survive the rest. After this injection, we’ll say our goodbyes to each other too…”
He muttered under his breath as he held the syringe.
It would probably be a long time before this woman woke up, but that’s not any of his concern anymore. As for whether this unconscious woman was discovered and eaten by the magical beasts in the wilderness after he had left, or whether she was tracked down by her enemies, he no longer cared…
He was very self-aware that he was also a novice who had just entered transcendence and wasn’t capable of protecting a seriously injured woman in the wilderness, nor did he have an obligation to.
Everything that could’ve been done was done now, and his f*cking conscience has finally gone away.
Now that it was dawn, he intended to leave at once.
But it was with this needle that an accident happened.
Perhaps awakened by the pain of the injection, the blonde woman in front of him, with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Her instinctive sense of crisis made her grab Rayne’s wrist, which was being injected with something, with lightning speed.
Her grip was like steel pincers, painful.
Then, again, there was eye contact between the two pair of eyes.
Rayne couldn’t help cursing in his mind as he looked into her cold, sharp gaze.
Chapter 29 Is She a Banshee <TOC> Chapter 31 My Name is Ymir