Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

"Water, strong liquor, clean cloth, needle and thread! Quickly!" Lin Yi never looked up, his entire attention focused on the bloody, mangled wound in front of him.

Although he spoke rapidly, he enunciated each word precisely, making them clearly audible in the noisy battlefield.

One veteran reacted the fastest, immediately shouting for people to fetch the few remaining precious bottles of drinking water and medical alcohol. Another knelt on the ground, rummaging through the blood-stained medical kit for the few remaining bandages. Although the bandages were not absolutely clean, they were the best they could find at the moment.

He then took out a simple sewing kit from the leather case; the metal needles and thread gleamed coldly in the firelight.

"Three segments of the small intestine ruptured, part of the colon torn, severe contamination of the abdominal cavity, laceration of the lower pole of the spleen, retroperitoneal hematoma..." Lin Yi's mind was racing, as if he were analyzing the most complex sword moves, visualizing a three-dimensional image of each injury in his mind.

His understanding of human anatomy did not come from systematic medical training, but rather from a profound understanding of "fatal wounds" and "weaknesses" gained through countless life-or-death battles.

At this moment, this knowledge is perfectly transformed and applied.

The clean water finally arrived. Lin Yi personally took the kettle and slowly poured the clean water onto the wound with extremely steady movements, washing away a large amount of mud and filth.

His movements were as precise as a robotic arm, the water flow avoiding exposed vulnerable organs and targeting only the contaminated areas.

While rinsing, Lin Yi carefully used tweezers to remove the remaining clothing fragments, dirt particles, and necrotic tissue debris from the wound with his free left hand.

These movements were so fast they were dazzling, yet incredibly precise, without causing further damage to the already riddled internal organs.

"Alcohol!" Lin Yi reached out his hand.

A bottle of cheap, pungent liquor was shoved into his hand.

He poured it onto the relatively intact skin around the wound to disinfect it. A pungent smell filled the air. The moment the alcohol touched the edge of the wound, the injured man convulsed violently, but was held down firmly by several veterans.

For the exposed organs, Lin Yi tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth, dipped it in strong liquor, and carefully pressed it close to the bright red tissue.

"sewing."

Lin Yi took the thick needles that had been soaked in strong liquor and the tough catgut sutures handed to him by the medic and prepared to start suturing.

The real challenge began: without anesthesia, the wounded struggled violently and unconsciously in excruciating pain.

"Hold him down."

Two burly medics immediately rushed forward. One used his scarred arm to press down hard on the wounded man's violently heaving chest, while the other used his full weight to suppress his twitching legs.

Lin Yi's gaze became incredibly focused. The sword master had given him not only strength and speed, but also superhuman reflexes, dynamic vision, and the ability to predict the trajectory of "targets".

As the wounded soldier arched his back in excruciating pain, Lin Yi's needle and thread anticipated the movement and hovered precisely above the point where the tear was about to occur.

When the wounded soldier collapses instantly due to exhaustion, the needle tip pierces the tissue swiftly and accurately, like a viper striking, completing a perfect penetration.

Lin Yi's every needle insertion, thread setting, and knot tying was precisely timed to fit within the "gaps" of the wounded soldier's trembling body, as if dancing on the most delicate moments amidst raging waves.

"This...is this even humanly possible?" The medic holding the wounded soldier's legs widened his eyes, his grip loosening involuntarily, almost letting the wounded soldier break free.

He had never seen anyone perform such precise, rapid, and even "artistic" suturing on such a struggling, seriously wounded patient without anesthesia!

Lin Yi focused intently on treating the ruptured small intestine, carefully anastomosing the damaged segments to ensure the intestines remained open, and then proceeded to address the tear in the colon.

The tear at the lower pole of the spleen wasn't too large, so Lin Yi decisively chose to suture it to stop the bleeding.

His suturing skills were on full display here, with fine and even stitches and just the right amount of pressure, which effectively stopped the bleeding without causing additional tissue damage or necrosis.

When the last stitch was tied and cut, Lin Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

Although the injured person on the makeshift operating table was still pale and breathing weakly, the fatal bleeding and contamination in the abdominal cavity had been brought under control, and the damaged organs had been initially repaired.

After the surgery, Lin Yi quickly applied pressure bandages to fix the wound.

"Keep him warm and observe him closely. If he develops a fever... do your best." Lin Yi straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

This surgery, which relies purely on physical skill and a high degree of mental concentration, is just as taxing as a high-intensity battle.

Moreover, Lin Yi is currently possessing the body of an ordinary doctor, so such a high-precision surgery would naturally be very physically demanding.

He looked around, and the cries of agony from the trenches didn't seem to have lessened much.

"Next." Lin Yi's voice returned to calm as he walked toward a soldier whose chest was oozing foamy blood.

In these hellish trenches, his "treatment" was a war without gunpowder, a battle against death for life.

Eight hours later, Lin Yi's hands were so numb that he had lost all feeling, and each time he threaded a needle, it felt like he was dragging a heavy weight.

Just as he mechanically bandaged the seventh wounded soldier, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky—

boom!
The shockwave from the explosion knocked him to the ground.

In the last moments before his consciousness faded into darkness, he vaguely saw his blood-stained hands dissipating into the void.
When Lin Yi opened his eyes again, he looked down at his green palm covered with thick brown hair, with large knuckles and blunt nails, and a primal, wild power surged within him.

He was no longer the human medic in his tattered uniform, but a... beastman? The air was thick with the smell of herbs, the scent of wild beasts, and a hint of blood.

The scene before him confirmed his identity: a bonfire was burning brightly in the center of a simple tent made of rough animal hides and huge animal bones.

A large iron pot, about two meters in diameter, sat on the campfire, filled with a viscous, dark green liquid that bubbled and emitted a pungent yet strangely fragrant aroma of herbs and plants.

The fire burning at the bottom of the pot was not ordinary firewood, but a strange mineral that emitted a faint blue light.

"Great Shaman! Kurug is dying!" A rough, tearful roar suddenly shattered the silence inside the tent. A young orc warrior with white battle markings painted on his face stumbled in, his bulging muscles covered in fine beads of sweat.

Behind him, two equally strong orcs dragged a stretcher hastily made of animal hides and wooden sticks.

On the stretcher lay a stronger orc veteran with a gruesome laceration on his chest and abdomen, deep enough to expose the bone. The edges of the wound were an ominous purplish-black, from which thick black blood gushed out, emitting a putrid stench.

Veteran Kurug's eyes were closed, his breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and his skin had a deathly gray hue.

"It's Poison Claw! Those damned Shadowwood bastards!" The young warrior looked anxiously at Lin Yi, his eyes filled with awe and supplication towards the "Great Shaman."

"A high shaman?" Lin Yi understood. It seemed that his role this time was that of a healer in the tribe—an orc shaman.

He instantly understood his mission: to save the dying warrior using orc methods.

He took a deep breath, and a scent mixed with blood, herbs, and the distinctive smell of orcs filled his nostrils, calming his restless orc bloodline slightly.

He walked to the iron pot. There was no scalpel, no disinfectant alcohol, only this pot of herbal decoction containing unknown power, and... the shaman's ability to communicate with the spirits of his ancestors.

Lin Yi stretched out his thick finger, dipped it in the scalding hot medicinal soup, and put it in his mouth.

An indescribable, complex flavor exploded in my mouth—first a nauseating bitterness, then a burning spiciness, and finally a strange burning sensation, as if I had swallowed a living flame.

This is the "Breath of Life" passed down through generations of orc shamans.

"Carry him closer to the fire!" This time, Lin Yi's treatment did not require a sterile environment. Orcs are inherently resilient, and the shaman's treatment focuses more on stimulating the primal power in their blood.

The young soldier did as instructed immediately.

Lin Yi stretched out his large, fan-like hand and plunged it directly into the boiling hot medicine pot!
The young soldier gasped, but Lin Yi's hand seemed unharmed in the boiling medicinal soup—the shaman's power was protecting him.

He scooped out a large handful of thick, scalding hot medicinal paste, which was radiating intense heat.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yi slammed the handful of medicinal mud onto the wound on Kurug's chest and abdomen.

"Sizzle—!" The scalding hot medicinal mud made a loud sound the moment it touched the flesh, accompanied by a burnt smell and an even stronger herbal smell.

Kurug's body convulsed violently, letting out an unconscious, painful roar. "Hold him down!" Lin Yi shouted.

The young warrior and another orc who rushed over immediately pinned Kurug down.

Lin Yi's palm did not leave; instead, it covered the medicinal mud and began to press and rub it vigorously!
His movements were extremely rough, as if he were not treating someone, but forging a piece of pig iron.

Each press allowed the medicine to penetrate deeper into the wound, burning away the decaying tissue.

At the same time, Lin Yi began to chant an orc war song.

This orc shaman trial lasted for a full day and night.

As Lin Yi used bone needles and tough animal tendon thread, along with herbal ointment, to set and fix the leg bone of a young orc whose leg had been bitten off by a wild beast by the campfire, the familiar feeling of detachment returned.

His consciousness gradually faded amidst the campfires, prayers, and the scent of herbs of the orc tribe, eventually vanishing into nothingness.

After an unknown amount of time, when Lin Yi's consciousness re-converged, an unprecedented sense of lightness enveloped him.

He opened his eyes and saw not smoke-filled trenches, nor animal-hide tents, but a tranquil forest bathed in moonlight.

He was standing on the gnarled roots of a huge ancient tree. Looking down, he saw that his originally rough hands had become long and fair, with a faint emerald green halo around his fingertips.

A clear and gentle voice rang in my ears, carrying the rhythm of the forest: "Lost life, nature is calling for your help..."

It seems that the next stop on this journey of becoming a master healer, embracing all kinds of cultures, is the elves.

Lin Yi felt that his consciousness would be transported to an unfamiliar place every once in a while, and then he would begin to heal the new race.

Later in his journey, Lin Yi did not realize that he was no longer limited by racial constraints.

Even though he was an energy life form, Lin Yi was able to use ordinary surgical tools like needles and thread to suture it, which shocked the crowd watching Lin Yi's surgery.

The treatments of countless races, and the countless understandings and interventions of life, collided, merged, and sublimated deep within his consciousness, like countless rivers flowing into the sea.

He no longer adheres to any particular form, because he understands the essence behind all forms—to understand the structure of life, grasp the core rhythm, and guide it back to wholeness and balance in a way that best suits the current form.

Whether it is flesh and blood, energy, plants, or elements, life exists in countless forms, but the core pursuit of "survival" and "harmony" remains unchanged throughout history.

[Note: The Master level for basic healing skills has been raised to Lv.17.]

[Master of Basic Healing Skills: Lv.17 (Passive Skill)]

Skill effect: Increases all healing effects by 170% and forcibly overrides negative rules such as "healing prohibition", "healing reduction", and "curse-type life loss" on the target. The amount of healing cannot be weakened or canceled in any way.

Initial bonus ability: When the target's health is below 10%, the next healing will always trigger "Overlimit Recovery" (recovery amount × 300%).

Lv.10 Additional Ability: Costless Healing: Increases the cooldown reduction of healing spells by 20% and reduces the cost to the theoretical minimum.

[Do/Do you want to upgrade a basic healing skill to Master Lv.17? Upgrading this ability requires 1 complete Soul Crystal + 90000 Paradise Coins.]

[Note: The Master level for basic healing skills has been raised to Lv.20.]

[Master of Basic Healing Skills: Lv.20 (Passive Skill)]

Skill effect: Increases all healing effects by 200% and forcibly overrides negative rules such as "healing prohibition", "healing reduction", and "curse-type life loss" on the target. The amount of healing cannot be weakened or canceled in any way.

Initial bonus ability: When the target's health is below 10%, the next healing will always trigger "Overlimit Recovery" (recovery amount × 300%).

Lv.10 Additional Ability: Costless Healing: Increases the cooldown reduction of healing spells by 20% and reduces the cost to the theoretical minimum.

Lv.20 Additional Ability: Life Anchor: Releasing a healing skill stores a portion of the healing effect on the target. When the target receives instant-death damage, the healing effect is triggered.

After the basic healing skill master advanced to grandmaster, although the various data on the panel changed, Lin Yi was able to find that the attributes that had been added by the master had not disappeared, but were simply hidden.

Next, Lin Yi used Soul Coins to upgrade Advanced Healing Technique and Soul Resurrection to the maximum level.

As a result, Lin Yi's number of Soul Coins dropped to 60.

However, Lin Yi felt it was worth it, especially the Advanced Healing Technique skill.

[Advanced Healing Spell: Lv.Max (Active)]

Type: Active Skill

Skill Effect 1: Deep Healing.

Skill Effect 2: Soul Repair.

Tip: Advanced healing (active) can only be performed once every 2 minutes.

Tips: Casting advanced healing light requires extremely high concentration and mental strength. During the casting process, any external interference may affect the healing effect.

Lv.10 Additional Skill: Accelerates the healing speed of soul injuries.

Lv.Max Additional Skill: Undying Guardian: While the mark is active, the target gains resistance to instant death effects.

This newly unlocked ultimate feature caught Lin Yi's eye. Among all the skills he had mastered, this was the only one that involved "instant death resistance".

So-called instant-death attacks are also a very troublesome type of attack. Previously on the Black Throne Continent, Su Xiao's finishing attack was a type of instant-death attack.

This type of attack is extremely troublesome for 99% of enemies because there is simply no time to react when faced with a finishing blow.

Once you encounter a finishing move, it only means one thing: you have met the conditions for being killed by the enemy. In this case, it is no different from being dead.

Lin Yixin's newly acquired resistance to instant death is equivalent to adding a crucial weight to the scales of life and death.

For example, if Lin Yi encounters a BOSS, he can kill the enemy by dealing damage when the enemy's health is below 30%.

After Lin Yi gains execute resistance, the execute damage he inflicts this time will change from 30% of his maximum health to 29% or 28%.

The difference between "certain death" and "near death" is often the key to turning the tide.

After all, being near death only means you're about to die, but you still have the means to attack and defend. Once you're "killed," it's truly annihilation.

【Soul Revival: Lv.Max (Active)】

Type: Active Skill

Skill effect: It can gently and steadily affect the damaged soul, helping it gradually return to its original state by stimulating the soul's self-healing ability deep within.

Lv.Max Additional Skill: Can repair "Soul Fragmentation" level damage.

……

Soul fragmentation and remnant soul are two different concepts. A remnant soul is just about to dissipate, but the overall structure of the soul is still quite complete. It can still be repaired as long as a way to restore the soul's power is found.

But “soul incompleteness” is completely different! It represents the permanent loss of the soul’s essence; the most core and fundamental part of the soul has been forcibly removed!

Like a ship's keel breaking or its core power unit being destroyed, this is a fundamental damage.

The most typical example is Orochimaru from the Naruto world. Back then, the Third Hokage's Reaper Death Seal completely erased the "concept of existence" of his arms from the soul level.

No matter how many perfect bodies he took afterward, those new arms were always just for show—because the "arms" module had been permanently deleted from his soul blueprint, which was the effect of a flawed soul.

To recover from this level of damage, one either needs to obtain extremely high-level access to the Paradise of Reincarnation, or one can only try their luck in the void, hoping to encounter an elusive soul healer to save them. (End of Chapter)