Holy Healing (Second Update)

Bang!

Zuo Yi casually tossed the car door he had just ripped off onto the ground, then bent down and patted the driver's face.

"Stay awake. Don't fall asleep."

The rebellious-looking girl barely forced her closing eyes open again. Gravely injured, her gaze had already begun to lose focus, her eyes filled with pain and despair.

Zuo Yi reached out and gripped the metal pipe that had pierced her chest. "What's your name?"

Though the girl's consciousness had grown hazy, she still answered weakly, "Wang... My name is Wang Jiaojiao."

Zuo Yi nodded. "Nice name."

"What are you doing?"

At that moment, a passerby cried out, "You can't pull it out! She'll die if you do!"

He was standing closest to Zuo Yi and could see his movements clearly, so he was immediately terrified.

The passerby had a point. Pulling out the metal pipe under such circumstances would undoubtedly cause the injured girl to hemorrhage instantly, with extremely serious consequences.

Even ordinary people knew that much common sense.

The passerby's warning had come from good intentions. What Zuo Yi was doing could easily bring him entirely unnecessary trouble.

Wrong treatment was no different from murder!

However, Wang Jiaojiao's wound was torn open, and the bleeding was severe. In truth, whether the metal pipe was removed or not, she clearly would not have lasted until the paramedics arrived.

Zuo Yi turned and gave him a confident smile. "As long as I'm here, she won't die."

Squelch!

The metal pipe was pulled out in an instant.

The moment it came free, Zuo Yi's right palm struck the girl's wound like lightning. He was so fast it was inconceivable; he actually forced most of the gushing blood back inside!

His palm turned scorching hot, pale golden light flowing between his fingers and silently seeping into her body.

Beneath Zuo Yi's palm, Wang Jiaojiao's torn internal organs began to heal rapidly. Then, from the inside out, her bones, flesh, and skin were restored one by one, as though time had reversed to the moment before she was injured.

Holy Healing!

What Zuo Yi had just performed was Holy Healing, a technique only knights with Compassion Faith could master. It could heal any fresh wound, and the higher a knight's rank, the more powerful its healing effect.

In battle and war, a knight's Holy Healing was more practical than a wizard's life restoration and disease-curing spells. Though the latter had a wider range of applications and better effects, they were more troublesome to cast and took longer to treat injuries.

When a comrade had been pierced by a lance, hacked by a battle-axe, or cut down by a longsword, hanging between life and death, a knight's Holy Healing was undoubtedly one of the fastest and most reliable means of treatment.

There was also drinking healing potions.

Zuo Yi had already entered Saint Rank, and his Holy Healing was at an extremely high level. Forget the fact that this girl was still alive—even if she had just drawn her last breath, Zuo Yi would have been able to save her!

In less than half a minute, Wang Jiaojiao's injuries healed as if by a miracle, and death quietly retreated from her.

Only her clothes, torn apart by the metal pipe, and the bloodstains still proved what had just happened.

Zuo Yi withdrew his hand and said to her, "Remember to obey traffic laws when you drive from now on. Never speed. Otherwise, you'll harm others and yourself, and you won't always be this lucky."

She truly had been very lucky. Without Zuo Yi, she would have already breathed her last.

Although her injuries had been healed, the massive blood loss from earlier still left Wang Jiaojiao extremely weak. Her mind had not fully cleared, so she merely nodded feebly at Zuo Yi's warning.

"You're fine now."

Zuo Yi straightened up and said to the bystanders, "Don't move her. Wait for the ambulance."

The bystanders were already dumbfounded.

Anyone could see that the girl's condition had improved tremendously. It looked like she would survive.

But how had Zuo Yi done it?

Everything that had just happened was completely beyond their understanding, like a magic trick.

But this could not possibly have been a magic show!

The way everyone looked at Zuo Yi was scarcely any different from how they might look at an immortal.

Zuo Yi did not stay to receive the stunned and admiring stares of the passersby. He returned to where he had been, mounted the Harley motorcycle that was still running, and headed toward the city.

Wee-woo, wee-woo~

Zuo Yi had ridden the Harley for less than a kilometer when a police car and an ambulance, their piercing sirens blaring, passed him one after the other in the opposite lane.

As the sirens of the police car and ambulance drew nearer and reached Wang Jiaojiao's ears, she felt as though she were trapped in a dream.

It felt unreal.

Countless fragments of memories surfaced in her mind.

For Wang Jiaojiao, this should have been an exceptionally happy year.

First, she had been admitted to Jiangnan University with outstanding grades. Then she had finally received the driver's license she had long awaited, allowing her to drive the eighteenth birthday gift her parents had given her.

A Ferrari convertible!

Driving that fiery red sports car beneath blue skies and white clouds had become Wang Jiaojiao's greatest hobby that summer. She loved the thrill brought by power and speed.

Yet that hobby had become her greatest nightmare. The road conditions had clearly been good, and she had made no mistake in handling the car, but the multimillion-dollar sports car had suddenly lost control and crashed into the roadside guardrail!

Wang Jiaojiao had thought she was going to die. She could even see Death baring a savage grin at her, but she had no strength to resist and nowhere to run. All she could do was lie in a pool of blood and slowly lose the vitality of life.

That pain and despair could not be described in words.

But just as she was about to fall into a bottomless abyss, a voice suddenly rang out. "Stay awake. Don't fall asleep."

That voice seemed to possess magic, instantly waking her.

When she opened her eyes, Wang Jiaojiao saw someone—a man wearing a helmet and sunglasses.

He seemed familiar.

She did not remember very clearly what happened next. She only felt something leave her body, followed by an incomparable warmth in her chest that flowed into her, helping her dispel the pain and escape despair.

Her intuition told her that she would survive.

Wang Jiaojiao tried desperately to see the man who had brought her back from the brink, but in the end, all she saw was his tall figure turning away.

Then everything around her became incomparably noisy and chaotic. Someone seemed to unfasten her seat belt, someone asked her questions, someone hooked her up to an IV, and someone else carried her into the ambulance.

Too exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.

When Wang Jiaojiao woke again, her mind was much clearer. Then she saw two faces she knew better than any others.

"Dad, Mom."

Wang Jiaojiao called out instinctively, but immediately felt terribly guilty.

Yet that guilt quickly turned into overwhelming grievance, and tears began to stream down her face. "I thought I'd never see you again."

Seeing his daughter awake, Wang Yongqiang's expression changed from worry to anger, then quickly softened into tenderness and affection.

He could not help but scold her. "You silly girl, do you know how worried you made us?"

When Wang Yongqiang had received the call from the police earlier, he had truly felt as though the sky were falling. He and his wife had rushed to the hospital as fast as they could.

On the way there, he deeply regretted giving his daughter a sports car. Her birthday gift had turned into a deadly gift!

"Enough."

Zhang Hui squeezed her husband's hand and said, "It's enough that Jiaojiao is safe. Don't scold her."

She lovingly stroked her daughter's pale face and asked, "Jiaojiao, what exactly happened? The police told us your car was completely wrecked, and that you lost a lot of blood."

As she spoke, she could no longer hold back her tears. "Your father and I..."

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm really fine!"

Seeing her mother, who had always doted on her most, so heartbroken, Wang Jiaojiao suddenly found a surge of strength in her body. She hurriedly said, "Look, I'm perfectly fine now. There's really nothing wrong with me at all!"

Nothing wrong at all?

Wang Jiaojiao suddenly felt that something was very off. She could not help reaching up to touch her chest.

There was neither a wound nor any pain. She had only been changed into a clean hospital gown.

As though the terrifying image from her memories of being pierced through by a guardrail post had merely been an illusion.

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