201: Chapter 201 Who says Stands have to be used for fighting?

"Next group."

The attending physician was stunned.

"Your Mental Power..."

"I can still hold on."

"But you are only Tier 2."

"I know."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the middle-aged Beastmaster lying on the ground.

"But they don't have anyone more suitable either."

The attending physician opened his mouth.

In the end, he stepped aside to make room.

"Champion Qin Ye!"

"I'm here."

Qin Ye responded immediately.

She stood in mid-air, her face even paler than before.

The dark golden glow around [The World] was no longer as solid as it was initially.

Freezing more than thirty groups of high-tier contracts simultaneously consumed an astonishing amount of her Mental Power as well.

"Release the outer nodes of the second group of contracts."

"Range?"

Lin Xiaoman closed her eyes.

Dozens of threads of [Suture] extended forward simultaneously.

Her consciousness pierced through the Time Stop to observe the middle-aged Beastmaster and his Flame Mastiff.

"The third one on the left, two centimeters in length."

Qin Ye did not hesitate at all.

"[The World]."

The dark golden figure raised its hand.

A time node thinner than a hair slowly resumed flowing.

The broken contract line snapped open abruptly.

The silver Suture needle in Lin Xiaoman's hand fell accordingly.

One stitch.

Two stitches.

Three stitches.

The middle-aged Beastmaster's body twitched violently.

The Flame Mastiff also let out a low whimper.

Their Mental Power collided continuously, trying to tear apart that foreign translucent thread.

Lin Xiaoman's face rapidly turned pale.

[Suture] had no power of its own.

It could not suppress both parties.

Nor could it force the contracting parties to accept each other.

The only thing it could do was temporarily pull them back to their original positions under the condition that neither end completely rejected the other.

This was an extremely precise job.

Any misplaced thread would instantly throw the contract structure out of balance.

"At the fifth fracture point, there is rejection on the beast's side."

Lin Xiaoman said suddenly.

"We can't sew it."

The attending physician asked immediately:

"Then what should we do?"

"Have the Beastmaster accept it first."

"He's unconscious right now!"

"Wake him up."

Lin Xiaoman replied very decisively.

The attending physician gritted his teeth and drove a mental awakening card into the center of the middle-aged Beastmaster's brows.

"Roar—"

The Flame Mastiff suddenly raised its head.

The flames on its body suddenly flared up.

A strong mental shock rushed out along the broken contract.

Lin Xiaoman's face turned pale, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She did not retreat.

Instead, she gripped the Suture needle tightly.

"It's not attacking."

"It's just scared."

"Scared?"

"It thinks its master is going to abandon it."

Lin Xiaoman closed her eyes.

That silver Suture needle hovered in mid-air.

"Tell it that its master is still here."

The attending physician was stunned.

"How to tell it?"

"Let him say it himself."

The middle-aged Beastmaster's consciousness had just recovered when it was engulfed by excruciating pain.

He couldn't open his eyes at all.

Yet upon hearing Lin Xiaoman's words, he still used all his strength to make a sound.

"Chi... Yan..."

"I'm here."

"Don't be afraid."

The flames on the Flame Mastiff gradually subsided.

Lin Xiaoman immediately dropped the needle.

The fifth place.

The sixth place.

The seventh place.

The contract threads that had been constantly repelling each other finally drew close again.

[Mental backlash has stopped.]

Takeover of the second group was successful.

"Next group."

Lin Xiaoman did not stop.

She walked toward the third group.

Qin Ye controlled [The World] to release the nodes.

Lin Xiaoman raised the needle to Suture.

The third group.

The fourth group.

The fifth group.

Time ticked away second by second.

Lin Xiaoman's Mental Power felt like it was being drawn away strand by strand.

Her face grew paler, and the veins on her forehead throbbed slightly.

Every time she sutured, a part of the pain from both parties would be transmitted to her through the threads.

Some Beastmasters feared death.

Some beasts were unwilling to be abandoned by their masters.

Some contracting parties repelled each other.

There were also Beastmasters who, having long treated their beasts as tools, caused their beasts to refuse to accept their Mental Power again when nearing death.

All these emotions were transmitted into Lin Xiaoman's consciousness through [Suture].

She saw all kinds of contracts.

She saw trust, reliance, fear, obedience, and hatred between Beastmasters and beasts.

Some contracts were like warm rivers.

Some contracts were like cold chains.

And some contracts, seemingly unbreakable on the surface, were already full of cracks on the inside.

For the first time, Lin Xiaoman truly understood her Stand.

[Suture] could not manufacture trust.

It could not create emotions.

Nor could it make a beast that rejected its master obey again.

It could only temporarily reconnect the bond that originally existed between both parties but was torn apart by external forces.

It was not responsible for deciding whether this contract should exist.

That was the choice of the contracting parties themselves.

"Group nine, the beast's mental fluctuations refuse connection."

"Is the Beastmaster of group nine still conscious?"

"Conscious, but he refuses to re-accept the beast."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the Beastmaster lying in the formation.

There was no fear in the other person's eyes, only indifference.

In his mental sea, the portion of power belonging to the beast had already been actively sealed off by him.

When the pain of the beast nearing death was transmitted over, the first thing he did was not approach, but cut it off.

"He doesn't want to save it."

Lin Xiaoman said softly.

"Then give up this group."

The attending physician frowned.

"But..."

"There is no longer any willingness to connect between them."

Lin Xiaoman raised the Suture needle.

"There's no point in sewing it either."

She turned and left.

A flash of astonishment crossed the Beastmaster's eyes.

He hadn't expected that a Tier 2 healer would give up treatment so easily.

But the next moment, the beast let out a low, mournful cry.

That was a massive Silver-backed Ape.

Its chest was torn open by the contract backlash, and blood kept flowing.

It didn't attack its master.

Until the very end, it still instinctively turned its body toward the Beastmaster's location.

As if even though the contract was broken, it still wanted to protect the other party.

Lin Xiaoman's footsteps stopped.

She looked back.

The Beastmaster still hadn't lifted the mental seal.

"It's still waiting for you."

Lin Xiaoman said.

The Beastmaster's body trembled slightly.

"I can't save it."

"You can at least tell it that you don't want it to get close anymore."

The Beastmaster was silent for a long time.

"I..."

"Don't keep it waiting."

Lin Xiaoman didn't persuade him any further.

She had seen too many contracts.

Sometimes, suturing was not the best choice.

If one party had completely rejected it, a forced connection would only make both parties suffer more.

A true contract should not be decided for them by outsiders.

The Beastmaster slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the Silver-backed Ape in the distance.

"I'm sorry."

He spoke.

His voice was hoarse.

"Don't wait for me anymore."

The Silver-backed Ape's eyes slowly closed.

It didn't struggle.

Nor did it continue forward.

The last trace of mental fluctuation between the two quietly vanished.

Lin Xiaoman turned and left.

She didn't think she did anything wrong.

[Suture] could not Suture a contract that had been jointly abandoned by both parties.

What was sewn up like that was merely a meaningless corpse.

"Continue."

She said.

The tenth group.

The eleventh group.

The twelfth group.

Qin Ye's Mental Power consumption was getting larger and larger.

The figure of [The World] gradually became blurry from its initial clarity.

Yet it still precisely halted every contract fracture point.

Lin Xiaoman was like a craftsman repairing a long bridge in a storm.

Strand by strand of thread.

Fracture point by fracture point.

Life by life on the verge of collapse.

No one paid attention anymore to whether her Stand could fight.

Nor did anyone ask anymore why it couldn't even beat a Tier 1 beast.

Because within this treatment area, every time [Suture] completed a group of contracts, it meant two lives temporarily escaped death.

The fifteenth group.

The nineteenth group.

The twenty-third group.

Lin Xiaoman's body began to sway.

Waves of tearing pain came from her mental sea.

Thirty-seven groups of contracts were not thirty-seven threads.

The fracture points of each group of contracts ranged from dozens to over five hundred.

She had to remember the original position of every single thread.

And adjust the suturing angle at any time according to the changes in the mental fluctuations of both parties.

This had far exceeded the bearing range of a Tier 2 professional.

"Miss Lin."

The attending physician finally couldn't help speaking.

"You need to rest."

"If you continue, your mental sea will collapse."

Lin Xiaoman did not answer.

The translucent threads behind her had increased from thirty-six to over a hundred.

More threads extended from her mental sea.

They wound around the fracture points of each group of contracts.

As if using her own Mental Power to maintain the final connection for those lives about to separate.

Qin Ye opened her eyes.

She had already frozen all the attack actions of the rampaging beasts in the secret realm.

[The World] maintained hundreds of miniature Time Stops simultaneously.

"She can't continue."

Qin Ye looked at Li Qingyue.

"Lin Xiaoman's mental sea is reaching its limit."

Li Qingyue still didn't turn her head.

"She will decide for herself."

"If she stops, more people will die."

"She might die too."

"She is not Su Bai."

Qin Ye's voice became serious.

"Without a system, nor Qin Ye's mental feedback."

"She is just a Tier 2 healer."

Li Qingyue finally looked at Lin Xiaoman.

"Therefore, she knows what she can do better than anyone else."

Just then, Lin Xiaoman finished suturing the thirty-sixth group of contracts.

Her whole body staggered.

Blood spilled from her nasal cavity and ears at the same time.

The silver Suture needle floating beside her also showed a tiny crack.

"The thirty-sixth group, temporary connection complete."

Lin Xiaoman said, panting.

"Next group."

On the periphery of the treatment area, only the last Beastmaster and his beast remained.

That was a young woman.

The completeness of her mental sea was only twelve percent.

Lying beside her was a white fawn less than one meter tall.

The fawn's body kept turning transparent.

It could no longer even maintain a complete form.

[Estimated soul collapse time: twenty-seven seconds.]

Lin Xiaoman walked to her side.

"Can you still hear me?"

The young woman did not respond.

Her consciousness had fallen into a very deep coma.

Yet the white fawn struggled to raise its head.

It looked at [Suture] behind Lin Xiaoman.

In a pair of pure black eyes, a faint vigilance emerged.

Lin Xiaoman did not approach immediately.

She first looked at the contract between the two parties.

This was the most complex one among the thirty-seven groups.

There was only one fracture point.

But that fracture point connected the most core mental origins of both the Beastmaster and the beast.

Once the suturing failed, both would die instantly.

"Champion Qin Ye."

"Speak."

"This time you need to release the Time Stop to thirty percent."

Qin Ye frowned.

"There will be a very strong backlash."

"I know."

"Can you still Suture?"

Lin Xiaoman looked down at her constantly trembling hands.

"I can."

Qin Ye did not ask any further.

"[The World]."

The dark golden Stand slowly raised its hand.

The Law of Time on the fracture point of the last group of contracts began to be lifted step by step.

Five percent.

Ten percent.

Twenty percent.

Inside the fracture point, a terrifying mental fluctuation erupted instantly.

The white fawn let out a silent mournful cry.

The young woman's body suddenly arched.

All the threads behind Lin Xiaoman tightened.

She raised the Suture needle.

But just at the moment the silver needle was about to fall, the white fawn suddenly struggled to Stand up.

It did not attack.

It just gently pressed its forehead against its master's palm.

The unconscious young woman seemed to feel something.

Her fingers moved slightly.

The Suture needle fell.

"Grab it."

Lin Xiaoman said in a low voice.

One thread passed through the Beastmaster's mental sea.

Another thread passed through the white fawn's soul core.

The needle tip shuttled back and forth between the two.

Every time it penetrated, a terrifying backlash rushed into Lin Xiaoman's body.

Cracks appeared one after another in her mental sea.

Qin Ye's expression changed slightly.

"Lin Xiaoman!"

"I'm fine!"

"Your mental sea..."

"It hasn't shattered yet."

Lin Xiaoman gritted her teeth.

"As long as it hasn't shattered, I can continue."

The thirtieth thread fell.

The young woman's mental fluctuations began to rise.

The white fawn's body also gradually solidified.

Yet just as the last stitch was about to be completed, the contract fracture point suddenly tore apart toward both sides again.

Lin Xiaoman's face instantly lost all color.

"They are repelling each other!"

The attending physician shouted.

"A violent conflict has occurred between the mental fluctuations of both parties!"

"It's not rejection."

Lin Xiaoman gripped the silver needle tightly.

"Her mental sea is about to disappear!"

The completeness of the young woman's mental sea was only twelve percent.

Even if the contract was reconnected, she did not have enough mental structure to bear this bond.

If she continued suturing, her mental sea would be blown apart by the beast's power.

If she gave up now, the white fawn would die as well.

"Stop!"

Qin Ye said sternly.

"Release the connection!"

Yet Lin Xiaoman did not let go.

She looked at the unconscious young woman.

And looked at the white fawn with its forehead pressed against its master's palm.

"Neither of them has given up."

"Even so, you can't continue!"

[The World] behind Qin Ye raised its fist.

As long as it struck, it could forcibly break the mental connection between the two.

"Wait a moment."

Li Qingyue's voice came from afar.

She was still maintaining the spacetime freeze of the central altar.

Unable to come over personally.

"Lin Xiaoman, look inside the contract."

Lin Xiaoman closed her eyes.

The perception of [Suture] instantly passed through the fracture point.

She saw an extremely faint white specks of light deep within the young woman's mental sea.

That was not Mental Power.

Nor was it memory.

But a desire close to instinct.

She wanted to live.

She wanted to live together with the white fawn.

But this desire was too weak.

Too weak to support a complete contract.

"Lend your own Mental Power to her."

Li Qingyue said.

"What?"

"You can see the contract fracture point."

"Then use your own Mental Power to temporarily become the third connection point."

"Can I?"

"You cannot maintain it for too long."

Li Qingyue's tone was calm.

"You can only bear a portion of the conflict for them."

"If they cannot re-establish the connection, your Mental Power will also be torn apart."

Lin Xiaoman did not hesitate.

She sent her Mental Power along the Suture into the contract fracture point.

Boom!

Three different mental fluctuations collided together simultaneously.

Large areas of cracks instantly appeared in Lin Xiaoman's mental sea.

The severe pain made her vision go black.

She could barely hold the silver needle.

Yet at this moment, the white fawn raised its head again.

Across the half-completed contract, it sent an extremely faint mental fluctuation into Lin Xiaoman's body.

That was not power.

Just a response.

It was telling Lin Xiaoman.

It was willing to accept.

A trace of light also appeared in the young woman's mental sea.

She had already fallen into a coma.

Yet she instinctively responded to the white fawn.

The conflict among the three began to subside.

Lin Xiaoman's threads tightened once more.

The last stitch fell.

Snap!

The broken contract was finally temporarily sutured.

The young woman's mental sea stopped collapsing.

The white fawn's soul fluctuations stabilized again.

[Mental backlash has stopped.]

Inside the treatment area, there was dead silence.

Immediately afterwards, all detection arrays sent out prompts simultaneously.

[Temporary connection of the second group of contracts successful.]

[Temporary connection of the third group of contracts successful.]

[Temporary connection of the fourth group of contracts successful.]