On the Ark.

Lin Ye was at a loss for words.

“Under any other circumstances, I would never have allowed her to do this,” Kal'tsit said softly. “But now, there is no other choice. We can only choose to trust Warfarin and Eyjafjalla.”

Lin Ye looked into Warfarin's eyes, then nodded helplessly.

Because, as Warfarin said, they had no other choice.

However, saying it is one thing, doing it is another.

Unlike rescuing Frostnova, Lin Ye waited outside the ICU from the moment Warfarin entered, a wait that lasted a full five hours. From midnight until dawn, Lin Ye sat outside the ICU ward, his mind reeling from the tension, yet he dared not relax for a moment. He wanted to be able to rush in if needed, even though he knew that with Saria, Himeru, Kal'tsit, and Warfarin there, there was little chance he would be required to help.

But he still waited patiently.

Then he heard a familiar female voice: "Lin Ye? Are you still here?"

Lin Ye raised his head and saw Nightingale standing in front of him.

"Oh, Liz." Lin Ye dragged his tired body to his feet.

Nightingale looked somewhat worried: "Why don't you go back and rest?"

Lin Ye shook his head, about to say something, when he saw the door to the intensive care unit open and Warfarin walk out.

His heart tightened, and he was about to ask what was going on, but his brain seemed to have reached its limit. He had just opened his mouth when everything went black before his eyes, and then he collapsed onto Nightingale.

He lost consciousness as the nightingale called his name.

……

……

so tired.

So dark.

Where is this?

Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit, yet somewhat familiar space.

Then, he heard a cacophony of noises around him.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and then his eyes widened slightly.

He saw a group of Sarkaz warriors charging relentlessly towards a small yet familiar figure. The figure, covered in blood, was wielding a black longsword, hacking down one Sarkaz warrior after another. Behind the figure was a dilapidated wooden door.

He slowly remembered where he was.

So, is he dreaming?

I dreamt of the things I had done in the Nightingale's Dream.

As he was thinking this, the door creaked open, and just as he had experienced before, the white-clad girl embraced his battered body.

This touched Lin Ye, who was watching from a distance, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

But the smile quickly froze.

Because behind his former self and the nightingale, behind the wooden door, he saw another white girl.

The girl stood behind the wooden door, making a pushing motion, looking at Lin Ye and... another version of herself with a slightly bewildered expression.

Yes, the girl is clearly... another Liz.

Lin Ye's mouth opened slightly wider.

He suddenly realized something, and then rushed forward like a madman, trying to pull Liz out.

But it was too late.

The dungeon had begun to collapse, just as he had experienced before. Sunlight streamed into the earth, enveloping the former Lin Ye and Liz who had embraced him. And the other Liz was being buried little by little by falling rocks.

"No, no!" Lin Ye desperately reached out his hand to Liz.

but.

Liz couldn't see him now, because all she could see was him from the past.

"Pineapple bun, you don't need me anymore..."

Lin Ye heard Liz speaking softly.

Then, in the next second, the last stone covered the cave.

Not a single gap was exposed.

……

Lin Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

He was lying in a hospital bed, with a blurry ceiling above him.

After staring blankly for more than ten seconds, he slowly reached out and covered his eyes, and then tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Then, he suddenly swung his fist and slammed it onto the hospital bed.

Fuck your mother!

He let out a desperate sound like a small animal.

Chapter 611 The Doctorate

The rain in Lateran is always a bit more special than in other places.

The gloomy sky and the drizzling rain made the entire holy city look like a silent, monotonous black and white painting.

A red-haired woman in a raincoat walked along a street with a strong religious theme, stopped in front of a dessert shop, and then looked at an angel sitting at the shop entrance, holding a double-skin milk pudding and enjoying it immensely.

Do not……

The woman looked at the horns on the angel's head and thought that it might also be a demon.

"Stop staring at my horns!" Mostima put down the empty double-skin milk pudding box and said with a smile, "It's kind of embarrassing."

The woman said in a cold tone, "You also have times when you feel shy?"

“It happens occasionally,” Mostima replied with a smile.

The woman gazed silently at Mostima, her deep red eyes reflecting Mostima's smiling face.

After a long silence, the woman slowly spoke: "Is what you're doing really worth it?"

What do you mean?

"What do you say?"

Mostima didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up the soup dumpling beside her and put it in her mouth.

As she slowly chewed and felt the broth spreading across her tongue, her eyes gradually narrowed.

“It tastes quite good,” Mostima said softly. “Eastern food.”

"You don't want to answer me?"

What do you want me to answer?

The woman took a deep breath and then said, "You know what I'm asking. Don't you know you could die if you do this?"

Mostima said, "I will try my best to survive."

"Why?" the woman said, "Just for that man? Do you know what you look like right now?"

"Like what?"

"A naive little girl," the woman said sarcastically, "prepared to throw herself into this so-called love?"

Mostima laughed: "That's a harsh way to put it."

"Did I say something wrong?"

“Of course you’re wrong.” Mostima put the remaining half of the bun in her mouth, ate it slowly, and then said seriously, “My relationship with him is not as simple as love.”

The woman froze.

“Alright, My Lord, the Manifestation of Suffering, I’ve finished eating.” Mostima stood up, smiling broadly as he extended his hands to the woman. “You can handcuff me now.”

The woman looked at Mostima's outstretched hand, remained silent for a moment, then took out handcuffs, but did not cuff them immediately.

"This is your last chance," the woman asked. "Are you really sure you want to do this?"

“From the first moment I saw him,” Mostima said softly, “I had already decided to do this.”

The rain was falling softly.

……

Kal'tsit handed Eyjafjalla's medical report to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye took it, and at the same time heard Kal'tsit say, "'L-type II's' effects are indeed beyond our expectations. I originally thought Eyjafjalla was beyond saving."

Warfarin crossed her arms and said with a hint of displeasure, "You're underestimating me too much. If I dared to take out the medicine and use it, I must be confident in my abilities."

“If you were truly confident, you wouldn’t have been so nervous back then,” Kal’tsit replied calmly.

Warfarin was speechless.

Although Lin Ye wasn't very good at understanding medical reports, he could still tell that the Originium crystal density in Eyjafjalla's blood had decreased to a very safe level, which was enough. This meant that Eyjafjalla had become the second person in the world to survive with an Originium crystal density exceeding 0.7u/L; the first was naturally Frostnova.

Currently, the density of Originium crystals in Eyjafjalla's blood has decreased to 0.2u/L, which can be considered as mild infection.

"What should we do next?" Lin Ye put down the medical report and then looked at Kal'tsit. "Does Eyjafjalla herself know about this?"

“She’s a scholar, of course she couldn’t be kept in the dark,” Kal’tsit said. “She was very excited after learning about the success of ‘L-type II’. I thought she would apply to join the subsequent research and development of ‘L reagent’. But she didn’t; she just wanted to continue her own research.”

Lin Ye nodded, because he knew that Eyjafjalla was that kind of person.

“But I know what you want to ask,” Kal'tsit continued. “That’s right. If we continue to use the medicine on Eyjafjalla, it’s very likely that we can completely cure her Oripathy and make her the first Oripathy patient in the world to be completely cured. To be honest, I would be very excited if Eyjafjalla were to be completely cured, but in my opinion, now is not the time.”

Lin Ye looked at Warfarin: "Is it because the potion isn't perfect enough?"

Warfarin gave a soft hum: "That's just one reason, and the least significant one at that."

"Then why..."

"The first patient to be completely cured of Oripathy is on Rhodes Island," Kal'tsit said. "We can't claim that achievement yet, for reasons you know. We're currently within the territory of the Ursus Empire."

Lin Ye had almost forgotten about this, and couldn't help but rub his head with a headache: "I forgot about this, what should we do?"