Bryan tore through the sky, his body a streak of motion, cutting through the wind like a speeding arrow. Nearly twenty bodies hovered around him, he was carrying them with his telekinesis. They were injured. Unconscious. Some are even barely breathing. But Bryan held them all! And even as his mana was being drained rapidly by doing this— His expression never wavered! There was no hesitation in his face—no strain! Bryan pushed himself to go faster! 'I need to hurry... some of them are dying.' He thought with a slight frown on his face. There was no time to waste. And at his incredible pace— Within only a few minutes— Bryan reached the Academy Hospital! He landed heavily in front of the entrance, the ground beneath him cracking slightly. And without wasting a second— Bryan exclaimed that. His voice shook the entire hospital grounds. The air trembled, his mana-infused shout carrying through every corridor. And immediately, at his words— The hospital doors burst open. A flurry of hurried footsteps followed. "What is it this time?!" "We already have too many critical patients inside!" A wave of healers, doctors, and medical staff rushed outside— Their eyes widened at the floating bodies surrounding Bryan. They all froze in shock. Given that they were professionals— "IMMEDIATELY BRING THE CRITICAL PATIENTS INSIDE!" "FAST! PRIORITIZE THOSE ON THE VERGE OF DEATH!" The medical staff sprang into action as soon as possible. Their movements were swift, coordinated, and precise. Getting all the patients inside in just a few moments. They saw Raye and Jerusha. And for a brief moment— Jerusha was still healing Raye. Her mana was fluctuating wildly—barely stable. They also saw Raye's condition. And immediately realizing the urgency of the situation— "THE GIRL—SHE'S ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSING!" "SOMEONE, GET A HIGH-QUALITY MANA POTION—NOW!!!" They rushed forward with a serious expression on their faces. "She can't stop—SHE'S USING HER LIFE FORCE TO MAINTAIN THE SPELL!" "HURRY, OR WE LOSE THEM BOTH!!!" The intensity of their voices was palpable. Her body trembled violently. Blood trickled from her nose, lips, and eyes. Her mana reserves were gone. The thought of stopping her spell never crossed her mind. 'I won't stop... not until you're safe…!' She declared in her head. Her blurry eyes locked onto Raye. And even as her consciousness wavered— She continued healing him. Bryan went inside the hospital, still carrying the two of them along with some other more critical patients. Bryan carefully lowered Jerusha and Raye onto the emergency room beds. He also did it for the others. The staff moved quickly, surrounding the patients in each bed in a well coordinated effort. The medical staff members started treating the patients. Going back to where Jerusha and Raye are— A vial of mana potion was uncorked by a nurse and immediately brought to Jerusha's lips. And without hesitation— Jerusha downed the entire vial in seconds! Her breathing steadied! Her complexion, which had been pale and lifeless— Gradually regained color! Her mana reserve was filled a little! And seeing that she was getting better— One of the staff members sighed in relief. Jerusha was going to be fine now, at least. "Let's help this kid now!" They all focused on Raye now. A firm, commanding voice rang out, cutting through the tense atmosphere. It belonged to Raphael—the elderly healer from before. He took a step forward, his gaze locking onto Raye. His weathered face remained calm, but beneath that— A flicker of recognition. He muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. Two additional healers stepped forward. They moved with urgency, taking position beside Jerusha. Their hands lit up, glowing with strong healing magic. And without hesitation— They extended their palms over Raye's most critical wounds. A gentle warmth spread through his mangled body. Soft, golden light bathed his battered form. This was the desperate attempt of the two healers to mend the damage in Raye's body before it became irreversible. And then, during that— A different kind of light flickered in Raphael's hands. It was white, the color of his mana. A thin, shimmering thread appeared. A needle in his hand was infused with restorative magic. "I'll start as well." Raphael confidently stated that. His voice was steady. He began stitching Raye's wounds! He prioritized the ones that were small, yet fatal. The ones that healing magic alone couldn't mend fast enough. Each of his stitches were careful— A desperate attempt to hold life together. And after closing up one small would— Raphael poured a bottle of health potion over Raye's wounds! The liquid shimmered— Sinking into Raye's torn flesh, sealing the stitches, and stopping the bleeding immediately! This was Raphael's way of stopping the bleedings! Four people were working to save Raye. A nurse stood close by, mana potions clutched in her hands. The moment any of the healers' mana dipped too low— She swiftly handed them a vial. "Here, Doctor Raphael!" She also assisted Raphael, passing him tools precisely when he needed them. A well-coordinated effort of five people. While battling against time. They were doing all of this— 'I'll make you wake up, kid...' Raphael declared in his head, his brows furrowing. He and the other four worked silently, focusing only on their respective tasks. The five continued to work. Their hands still glowing. Mana still burning. Sweat started dripping. Tik- tak- tik- tak- tik— Each passing moment was a battle. Each wound they healed was another step away from Raye's death. They closed his wounds, fixed his bones, healed him also— It just refused to recover easily! No matter how much they poured into him— His battered form fought back! A deep, searing resistance. As if Raye's very existence was slipping through their fingers. One of the healers cursed under his breath. "He's not stabilizing fast enough!" The other one gritted her teeth, her mana flaring. His usually steady hands trembled for just a second. But still, even in this nerve racking situation— "Don't stop moving...!" Raphael shouted that. But his words weren't actually needed— "Here, more mana potions...! Huff..." No one stopped in their tracks. Not even for a moment. Raphael started stitching more. The other two healers poured even more mana into their healing spell. Jerusha, of course, didn't lose to them. The nurse poured a vial of healing potions to Raye's stitches, closing them up immediately. More potions, more energy, more effort were used as time passed by. 'Ugh, just get well already you fucking kid!' Everyone's bodies screamed for rest. "Another mana potion here...!" Their mana pools ran dangerously low. After what felt like an eternity— A single, barely perceptible change. It was Raye's breathing! That weak, barely-there rhythm— The chaotic mess inside his body— The torn muscles, the shattered bones, the ruptured organs— Finally... they were healing! His shoulders sagged, but a small smirk played on his lips. And then, opening his mouth— "His life isn't in danger anymore. Good job, everyone." His voice, though steady, carried the weight of hours of relentless effort! A long silence followed after his words. As if everyone had forgotten how to breathe. They were all exhausted. But after processing Raphael's words— A collective sigh echoed in the room! The nurse, who had spent the last three hours running back and forth fetching mana potions and tools— Collapsed into a chair. Her hands trembled, but she finally let them rest on her lap. One of the healers wiped his forehead. Sweat dripped down his fingers. His breath shuddered as he slumped onto the floor, his entire body drained. Another healer fell back against the wall, gasping. They had pushed themselves to the limit. A weak, barely noticeable— A soft, relieved curve of her lips. And as that crushing weight lifted from her shoulders— A deep fatigue settled in Jerusha's body. Kind of overwhelming. 'I'm... a bit tired...' Jerusha mumbled in her head. Her arms, which had been rigidly held out for hours— "Hufff....haa.... Haaa..." Her breathing slowed. And then, at the next moment— Her body hit the ground like a ragdoll, lifelessly folding in on itself! Jerusha had lost consciousness. And hearing her fall— Everyone turned their heads. They were stunned in silence!