At this moment, she was covered in dust, looking nothing like the youthful college girl she had been on the train earlier. There was blood on her head, matting her bangs.
Stepping over Xue Dili, she immediately went to the side of the driver whose abdomen was pierced, starting to stop the bleeding, as if she saw herself as a real doctor, began to comfort others, and treated them one by one.
"She already has a concussion and a skull fracture. Three days later, it will get infected, and she'll run a fever. After nine days, due to dehydration and hunger, she'll die. Thanks to her stopping the bleeding and simple disinfection, three more people can survive." The voice of the Great Sage continued to echo in Xue Dili's mind.
"Four hours before the rescue team breaks through the obstacles, she will completely lose all signs of life."
Xue Dili watched that college girl tearing cloth to use as gauze to stop the bleeding.
The technique was terrible, filled with the naive and foolish manner of a student's practical training, but she was the most knowledgeable about rescue in this tunnel.
Clear-headed college students shouldn't pretend to be heroes. Do you think after you die, you'll have another life?
"Old man, if I use your Cursed Blood, what effect will it have?" Xue Dili asked.
His Holy Light had not been learned to the extent of saving lives.
Just as the Great Sage said, he was like a hastily trained upstart; even in the practice of Holy Light, he could only manage to create flashbangs and compressed explosions.
The development of Holy Light's healing abilities was like an insurmountable gap for him now.
"Hehe, the cost will naturally be borne by you. You know nothing of the price of that curse, and perhaps you'll regret it after using it." The Great Sage looked at Xue Dili, and Cursed Blood appeared in his hand.
"Moreover, this is the future if you don't intervene." The voice of the Great Sage continued to echo in his mind.
The aftershocks were still ongoing, dust continuously falling from above.
"Sigh, really..." Xue Dili scratched his head, seemingly making some sort of decision.
"What should I do to avoid further collapse?" Xue Dili moved to another spot, looking at the tunnel blocked by cement chunks and mud.
"Eight-Section Light Wheel." The Great Sage didn't directly help Xue Dili solve the problem but mentioned the magic he had been developing and practicing.
"High-temperature cutting will melt the surrounding soil and temporarily stabilize it to form a temporary stable passage. You just need to continuously melt out a passage 34 meters long."
"So, old thing, you'd already peeked at my choice, right? Yet you still test me, you innately evil old ghost!" Xue Dili complained, as Holy Light began to appear in his hand.
"Same to you, you troublesome little ghost." The Great Sage laughed, seemingly noticing something but didn't speak it out loud.
"As expected, saying the earthquake was a small trouble was misleading too, you innately evil old ghost, you knew my choice from the start, still playing tricks…"
For a candid college man like Xue Dili, this truly was big trouble, but for Xue Dili, who had dealt with the Witch Demon King, this was indeed just a small problem, not much more than a large rock.
He habitually placed his hand on his belt, his hand also wrapping in Cursed Blood, speaking childishly.
"Transformation!"
Holy Light blossomed throughout the tunnel, everyone closed their eyes, and all they could see was light!
...
"According to our station reporter, today, a derailment occurred in a tunnel due to a collapse. Miraculously, everyone received rescue within 2 hours, and no one died."
"Survivors interviewed said they all saw light, and Tokyo Hospital suspects the presence in the tunnel generated hallucinogenic gases after the train derailment, awaiting further examination and treatment…"
The radio reporter continuously interviewed some survivors beside the Maoshan Tunnel, continuously filming the scene of the tunnel.
The college girl who walked out of the tunnel looked dazedly at the sky, clutching her phone tightly.
"Hello, we are reporters from Asahi TV Station. Can you tell us what happened inside the tunnel?" The reporter held the microphone up to this blood-smeared college girl, urgently inquiring.
"I… don't know…" She clutched her phone tightly, speaking through gritted teeth.
"According to what other survivors said, you were the first to provide simple bleeding control for the injured. What were you thinking at the time?"
"I don't know, I'm very tired, I just want to go home…"
After dealing with the bothersome reporters and the continuously questioning doctors, she finally returned home. Here, she shakily took out her phone from the pocket within her collar, looking at the recent video she recorded.
In that video, it started with countless people calling out, but suddenly light illuminated the tunnel, and in that light, the phone captured the vague silhouette of that boy.
"Who… exactly are you…" She stared blankly at the video, curling up on the bed.
She knew how severe her injuries were, yet they were completely healed in an instant.
Beside her lay her student ID, Tokyo Medical University, 4th year student, You Xiaoniao.
...
At the hotel, Xue Dili lay painfully on the bed, watching the news report on TV, continuously poking at his temple with his index finger.
"The suffering absorbed by Cursed Blood, if it acts on oneself, will not be diminished." The Great Sage's voice reminded, even showing a mischievous smile on his old face, "But maybe, your Treasure will make you feel better."
"Birdman Armor, save me!" Xue Dili immediately donned the Birdman Armor, indeed feeling much better, roughly like going from paralysis to a mild cold.
Just a moment ago, he had tried using the Cursed Blood, and upon returning to the hotel and removing the Birdman Armor, an indescribable dizziness, headache, and nausea overwhelmed him.
The pain from a concussion and skull fracture instantly flooded his mind, Xue Dili could only lie on the bed shouting: "It hurts, it hurts too much…"
Cursed Blood not only involves feeling others' suffering but absorbs it into oneself, meaning Xue Dili was in a state of concussion and skull fracture.
If not for Birdman Armor's effect of removing negative states, he might have to stay in a hospital for weeks.
This is the Great Sage's Treasure. Xue Dili could no longer comment favorably on this treasure, it's so... disappointing!
"But this is good for you, your Treasure can effectively resist the cost of Cursed Blood, together they become our blood-boiling Combined Skill, unlike me before, I had to cut off my pain nerves to use this power." The comforting words of the Great Sage echoed inside Xue Dili's brain.
However, Xue Dili didn't feel comforted. Even with the Birdman Armor on, he didn't feel too good.
"I will never use your Treasure again; the cost is too great, I can't handle it." Xue Dili said with a grim expression.
"Hmm? Really?"
"Really, I'd rather die outside than use it." Xue Dili looked moodily at the shameless Old Deng.