Clelia's face was deathly pale and she was covered in blood. There was a gaping, fist-sized hole in her chest, and she gripped Wei'en's hand tightly, trying to say something.
"Quick… quick…"
"Don't try to talk!"
Wei'en pulled out two perfect-grade Healing Potions. He poured one into her mouth and the other directly onto the hole in her chest.
Through the bloody, mangled hole, he could see that Clelia's heart, lungs, liver, and esophagus were all severely injured.
But strangely, the wounds on her internal organs were neat, as if sliced by an extremely sharp blade—not at all like an injury from a fist punching through.
"Ngh…"
"Hang in there!"
Wei'en wasn't a doctor, nor could he heal people with Dawn Faith Power like Kali. All he could do now was pin his hopes on the Magic Potion.
'What's this?!'
'There's a strange power in the wound, stopping the Healing Potion from taking effect?'
