Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World-Chapter 119: On the Warship (Part-18)

"Kid, aren’t you exaggerating a bit too much?" someone muttered. "Healing one-third of a Lord rank expert’s injuries in an instant?"

"This is ridiculous. Stop wasting time. Look, the enemy Lord rank experts are already approaching. If we don’t think of something soon, we’re all dead."

The skepticism grew stronger. Everyone acknowledged Ryan’s terrifying combat strength, but healing was an entirely different matter. Medical arts require experience and specialization. How could someone so young accomplish such a feat, and in mere moments at that?

Ryan did not bother to argue. Words were useless now. And he had also grown long to those skepticism, criticism, and disbelief. If he had to quote from his past life, it’s another Tuesday for him.

He flipped his wrist and took out a small vial from the Ares System backpack.

Small Golden Sore Medicine.

Effect: Restores 30% of HP within five seconds.

This item had always been meant for self-use. Ryan had never tested it on anyone else, so he could not be completely certain it would work. But there was no time left to hesitate.

Whether it would succeed or fail, the answer would be clear soon enough.

Without another word, Ryan placed the Small Golden Sore Medicine into Elder Lu’s mouth and helped him swallow it, letting reality decide whether this gamble would pay off.

"You... you’re using that to treat Elder Lu?"

"A tiny pill, and you’re saying it can instantly heal one-third of Elder Lu’s injuries?"

"This is absurd. Completely absurd. I’m done wasting time here. Even if I die today, I’ll drag a few of those thieves down with me!"

"Brother, calm down..."

Voices overlapped in agitation. Although many of the Western Mansion examiners had doubted Ryan from the very beginning, a sliver of hope still lingered in their hearts. After all, miracles had already happened too many times today. Deep down, they were still waiting, waiting to see what kind of astonishing medical method Ryan would reveal.

Yet when they saw Ryan merely take out a small pill and feed it to Elder Lu, that last shred of expectation shattered.

What kind of joke was this supposed to be?

A single pill, no matter how precious, was not some omnipotent divine medicine. To snatch a dying Lord rank expert back from the gates of death and even restore a third of his injuries? That was pure fantasy. Even a grandmaster alchemist would not dare boast such effects, let alone a young candidate.

Disappointment quickly spread, turning into resignation.

Ryan ignored all of them. After placing the Small Golden Sore Medicine into Elder Lu’s mouth, he fixed his gaze firmly on the elder’s face. At the same time, he silently counted in his heart.

One... two... three... four... five...

When the fifth second passed, Ryan’s eyes widened slightly as he carefully observed every subtle change, unwilling to miss even the smallest detail.

At this moment, Ryan was not merely trying to save Elder Lu. He was also testing something crucial. He needed to confirm whether the Small Golden Sore Medicine, originally designed for self-use, could truly work on others.

If it did, then this item would become an invaluable lifeline.

The system store sold not only Small Golden Sore Medicine, but also medium and large versions. If all of them could be used on others, then no matter how gravely injured his Clan or friends became in the future, as long as he had enough resources, he could pull them back from death.

This test concerned not just the present, but Ryan’s entire future.

And then, right as Ryan finished counting, Elder Lu reacted.

His eyelids trembled slightly. His fingers twitched. Then, slowly, his eyes opened.

"Elder Lu, you’re awake?" Ryan blurted out, unable to hide his excitement.

It worked.

The Small Golden Sore Medicine truly worked on others.

At that instant, Ryan felt joy not only for Elder Lu’s survival but also for himself. This discovery alone was worth more than countless experience points.

"Awake? Really awake?" Wang Zongyao reacted half a beat later, then rushed forward in disbelief. "Elder Lu! Elder Lu! Can you hear me?"

His face lit up with uncontrollable joy. In his heart, he silently rejoiced. He had trusted the right person.

Ryan never disappointed.

"He... he really woke up?"

"My heavens, Elder Lu is conscious!"

"This... this is impossible. A single pill actually saved him?"

"Look closely. Elder Lu’s complexion is improving. He doesn’t look like someone about to die at all."

"What kind of divine medicine is that? How could it have such terrifying effects?"

The Western Mansion examiners erupted into astonished murmurs. Reality had slapped them all in the face.

It actually worked.

If Elder Lu had truly regained consciousness, then could it be, as Ryan said, that one-third of his injuries had already been healed?

Everyone turned their eyes toward Elder Lu, some even stepping closer to ask about his condition.

"I... I’m not dead?" Elder Lu murmured, still dazed.

As the person who had suffered the injuries, he knew better than anyone how severe they had been. His internal organs had been in chaos, his meridians shattered. By all logic, survival was impossible.

Yet here he was.

Not only alive, but surprisingly clear-headed.

Elder Lu clenched his fist experimentally and was stunned to find that strength still surged within his body. He did not feel like a cripple clinging to life. On the contrary, he sensed that if necessary, he could still fight for several more rounds without issue.

"This..." Elder Lu was completely dumbfounded. He looked at the surrounding examiners in confusion. "Why do I feel... better? And not just a little better. Someone explain to me what happened."

Seeing Elder Lu speak clearly, with color returning to his face, the crowd grew even more shaken. This was exactly what Ryan had claimed.

At that moment, Wang Zongyao could no longer restrain himself. He stepped forward excitedly and said, "Elder Lu, Li Wei saved you! It was Li Wei!"

"Li Wei?" Elder Lu repeated, startled. The name felt unfamiliar to him.

Who was this person?

A healer? A hidden master?

Who possessed such an ability to save him from mortal injuries?

Before Elder Lu could think further, Wang Zongyao pulled Ryan forward. "It’s him. This is Li Wei."

Ryan clasped his fists respectfully and bowed slightly. "Elder Lu, I am Li Wei, a candidate from Fengyue City. Being able to help you is my honor."

"Huh?" Elder Lu froze completely.

The one who saved him... was a young man wearing a candidate’s uniform?

For a moment, Elder Lu felt as if he had only lost consciousness briefly, yet the entire world had transformed beyond recognition.

A candidate saving a dying Lord rank expert?

Was this reality, or was he still dreaming?

Before anyone could explain further, a sudden surge of oppressive energy swept across the sky.

Far above, the warriors of the Skeleton Warship, led by the golden-masked Lord rank expert, rapidly flew toward them, their killing intent rolling like thunder.

Elder Lu’s expression darkened. He glanced toward the approaching enemies and made a swift decision. Turning back to the others, he said solemnly, "The enemy is too strong. We cannot win this fight. I will go up and hold them back. You take the candidates and retreat immediately."

His tone was calm, resolute, and carried the weight of someone prepared to sacrifice himself.

Under the current circumstances, his judgment was rational. No one present could contend with the golden-masked Lord rank expert. Staying meant certain death. Retreating, even if desperate, was the only chance.

As the group prepared to act, a figure suddenly stepped forward and blocked their path.

"Retreat?" Ryan’s voice rang out, steady and calm. "Why should we retreat?"

He lifted his head, eyes shining with unwavering confidence.

"There’s no need for us to run."

Don’t run away?

Those words landed like a stone dropped into still water.