Five days later, the Seagull landed at the Neverwinter City Air Knight Academy.

Tilly led Nana Wawa off the plane, and for the first time, she didn't question Roland about the private jet, but asked anxiously, "Are we too late?"

Since the Iron Tower project had not yet compiled a matching communication code table, the reserve air knights who had completed the theoretical course had also gone to Thorns Town for the next stage of practical training. Therefore, the fastest way to contact the front line was only through the flight messenger. Although the speed of crossing two and a half kingdoms, four days there and one day back, was not slow, it was quite a long time for urgent treatment.

"No, you're just in time," Roland replied.

"Is that so? That's good... Next time, I'll assign an air knight trainee to guard Neverwinter to prevent such emergencies," Tilly breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, who is the injured person?"

"Uh..." Roland was speechless for a moment. The information carried by the flight messenger was limited, so he didn't mention too many details, just asked Tilly to send Nana Wawa back to Neverwinter as soon as possible. Now that he was asked about this, he didn't know how to explain it. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "A person who doesn't exist in this world."

"Huh?" Tilly twitched the corner of her mouth. "Are you referring to a dream?"

As expected of the Fifth Princess, her reaction is extraordinary... Roland coughed twice, "Almost that's what I mean."

"Then just say it directly, why beat around the bush?" Tilly gave him a disgusted look. "What, are you afraid that we'll find out that we've traveled all the way from afar for a virtual dream and feel dissatisfied?"

"Spot on," Nana Wawa echoed.

"You don't have to say it even if you guessed it," Wendy shook her head with a smile.

You three guys—is this a duet?

"Knowing that you're guilty is a good thing, brother." Tilly stood on tiptoe and reached out to tap his chest. "But you underestimate everyone too much—since it's something you think is necessary to do, even if it's absurd, we'll do it first and then talk about it. So... what's next?"

This... is probably another way of expressing trust, right?

Roland pressed Tilly's head down and exhaled a white breath. "Back to the castle, Scroll is already waiting for us there."

...

With ample preparation, Nana Wawa quickly created a large batch of "Demonized Sutures". According to her, even if you don't know how to suture, as long as you place them near the wound, they can have a healing effect. The only trouble is that they have to be removed afterward, otherwise these unfixed sutures may cause new problems for the injured.

Considering that real-world items will not disappear out of thin air, Scroll only needs to repeatedly enter and exit the consciousness world to obtain a large number of sutures. Therefore, Nana Wawa can completely save enough magic power to enchant subsequent medical equipment.

Although the preparatory work took five days, it was only a moment for the dream world.

Of course, this may make relevant personnel in the dream world aware of the abnormality, such as Zero, such as Valkyries... But Roland has no time to take care of those now.

With everything ready, he took a deep breath, gave Scroll and the other witches a reassuring gesture, and took the lead in closing his eyes and entering the dream.

After a trance, the familiar scene reappeared before him.

Fei Yuhan was still lying motionless in the pool of blood, while the other two looked at him in surprise. Zero couldn't wait to grab his sleeve, "Uncle, do you have any way to save her?"

Time reconnected at this moment, and he seemed to have returned to five days ago.

Roland didn't explain much, quickly took out his mobile phone, and dialed Garcia's number.

The Martial Arts Tournament has come to a successful conclusion. If nothing unexpected happens, Garcia should be living in the Tongzilou.

The phone was quickly connected, "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Where are you now?"

"Outside."

Roland's heart sank suddenly, "Why aren't you staying at home?" If this plan fails, he can only choose the backup plan and notify the Association to dispatch guards. That would not only take more time to explain, but it might not achieve his desired effect.

"Hey, what's with your attitude? Can't I come downstairs to buy some snacks?"

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "So you're in the community? Do you have the car keys with you?"

"Nonsense," Garcia's annoyed voice came from the other end of the phone. "So what exactly do you want to say?"

Roland coughed twice and switched to the most solemn tone, "Listen carefully, I have a lifelong request, and only you can do it."

"Uh..." Her momentum suddenly weakened. "That... does it have to be said over the phone?"

"Yes, otherwise it'll be too late. You immediately drive to Liuli Pavilion, two blocks away, and pick up a lady named Scroll. She will be standing at the intersection waiting for you, and you will definitely not miss her. Then you send her to the West Suburb Highway Bridge, which is where I am right now." Roland paused. "Normally, it takes about thirty minutes to drive between the two places, but I don't have that much time. So you have to get there as quickly as possible, and I'll take responsibility for all the trouble caused—please, start now!"

"..." There was silence for a few seconds, followed by the rhythmic sound of running. "In other words, you don't have time to explain further?"

"No."

"Okay, if I get there and find that this matter is not that important, you should know how serious the consequences will be!" The moment the engine started, she hung up the phone. "Also, you owe me one."

Roland then pressed the number for the Guardian Rock.

This time, he briefly described the process of the matter. "Miss Fei Yuhan is now seriously injured and needs the Association to send the best doctors and equipment for treatment. But that's not enough. Garcia is now taking the key life-saving items to the scene. If possible, I hope the Association can coordinate with the transportation department to control the roads along the way so that she can reach the bridge as soon as possible."

The Guardian Rock immediately agreed and told them that they would contact the relevant departments to handle the matter. However, Roland also knew that without prior communication, the possibility of the government responding in a timely manner was very slim. Whether they could arrive smoothly depended mainly on Garcia herself.

When he put down the phone, about five minutes had passed.

All he could do next was wait.

Fortunately, there was not much traffic in the cold winter, especially the closer they got to the suburbs. As long as it wasn't rush hour, Garcia should be able to drive at a speed that a van couldn't reach.

"Uncle, Master, she... she... is dying!" Suddenly, Zero's crying call interrupted Roland's thoughts.

Roland quickly returned to Fei Yuhan's side and saw that her chest, which had been trembling slightly before, was now completely silent.

"Her heartbeat and breathing have stopped," Valkyries frowned. "Although I don't know what method you've come up with, I'm afraid it's too late."

"No, she will hold on." Roland reached out and gently pressed the other party's bloody forehead. "Now that we've reached this point, I believe she won't give up easily."

He had heard that the brain would still function for a while after the body's functions stopped, from dozens of seconds to several minutes. Brain waves would show the waveform of sleep, as if they were really asleep. The length of this period may depend on many factors, but in terms of personal will, a genius martial artist is definitely one of the best.

At ten minutes and twenty-five seconds, a high-pitched roar came from the bridge.

Roland's eyes lit up.

Immediately afterward, a red light crashed through the smashed car compartment iron and stopped directly in front of the three of them.

"Your Majesty!" Scroll opened the car door and threw the paper bag in her hand to Roland.

The latter, ignoring Zero's and Garcia's surprised expressions, tore open the package and evenly spread the healing sutures on Fei Yuhan's body.

"This is... a magical item made by witches?" Valkyries raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," Roland nodded. "As long as it works, it can save her even if she has only one breath left."

At this moment, Nana Wawa's power crossed the barrier between dream and reality and acted on a woman in another world. Her body made rustling sounds, and her flesh and organs began to recombine under the impetus of magic power.

More than ten minutes later, everyone heard a faint thumping sound.

Although it was incredibly weak, it was more pleasing than any sound.

Fei Yuhan's chest resumed beating.