The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

"I want the person I trust most to be by my side when I'm fully focused on doing delicate work," Lorenwei said to Kurara as she removed the Weak Face Ring. "You help me chant a light-based illumination spell."

Removing the Weakness Ring was to prevent the treasure from weakening its own abilities, which could lead to the failure of the treatment.

"Okay." Kurara quickly cast the Light Orb Illumination spell.

The inside of the tent became brighter than the outside.

"You've managed to survive running around and yelling all day, which is quite good. Although it doesn't quite qualify as 'those who believe in me will live,' I won't let you die easily." Lorenwei took out a dagger from her spatial ring and thrust it towards the Second Prince's throat.

"!!!..." Kurara and Sylph both wanted to exclaim, but quickly shut their mouths and dared not make a sound.

They understood that Lorenwei was definitely not trying to harm the Second Prince; he would die anyway if left alone, so there was no need to add another blow.

Unless, she wanted to give him a quick death? Such a thought popped into Kurala's mind.

"I need to perform very delicate movements. You all protect me to prevent anyone from attacking me." Lorenwei placed one hand on the Second Prince's neck and the other hand pressed a dagger against his trachea.

"How cautious," Kurala thought to herself. "They're still on guard at a time like this."

Lorenwei was genuinely afraid that the Black Robe Organization might launch a surprise attack, and if she couldn't protect the people, she would be the laughingstock of others if she were ambushed herself.

Due to the neck injury, a large amount of tissue fluid was produced, and his trachea was blocked by the swelling of his own tissue. Moreover, due to the twisting of the neck, the trachea was stretched and bent, which greatly aggravated the obstruction.

Some blood flowed out, and Lorenwei performed a tracheotomy. Her hands moved extremely quickly, inserting the tip of the flute into the tracheal wall before the blood blocked the trachea. The flute was originally too thick, but the mouthpiece at the front greatly reduced the cross-section, allowing it to be barely inserted into the trachea.

The sound of air being released came from the pipe wall, and the Second Prince's chest rose and fell a few times as he lay face down, seemingly taking a few deep breaths.

Kurara and Sylph covered their mouths, staring wide-eyed, their bodies trembling slightly.

They weren't surprised that the Second Prince seemed to be saved, but rather that there was such a technique as cutting open the trachea to allow someone to breathe! How daring must one be to come up with such a method? Had Lorenwei tried it on anyone?

The second prince's complexion quickly eased, and the purple hue visibly faded.

"The recovery is faster than I expected; he has a very good constitution. His breathing is fine for now; next, we'll check for insufficient blood supply to the brain." Lorenwei felt the Second Prince's pulse at the neck with one hand and at the wrist with the other.

Fortunately, it seems the insufficient blood supply to the brain is only slight and not too serious. The heartbeat is gradually slowing down, but it is still strong, as the adrenal function is slowly decreasing.

"Your body will gradually feel unwell, but if you want to live, you must not move no matter how much you suffer!" Lorenwei reminded the Second Prince.

The second prince blinked slowly, indicating that he understood.

Then, Lorenwei looked at the Second Prince and began to think about how to treat him.

"Difficult to treat?" Kurara asked softly.

Lorenvi sat on the ground, her face full of worry: "Healing magic can rapidly repair body cells, but for a neck sprain, it can lead to overcorrection. The life force, due to the twisted state and the fragility of the neck, can rupture nerves or blood vessels. Therefore, in the eyes of a healing priest, a twisted neck is a fatal condition that healing magic cannot cure."

"So that's how it is." Kurara and Sylph thought about it and understood.

"So we can't use healing magic?"

"It's a bit troublesome. When I was dealing with the rabbit, I twisted it more than half a turn before healing it. But this half turn was considered a serious injury. If there's any chance of failure, it could be a real problem."

Sylph thought to herself: Poor rabbit. But even a rabbit can turn its head 180 degrees, what on earth did Lorenve do?

After thinking about the rabbit experiment for a while, Lorenwei was still pondering auxiliary treatment methods.

If the core of an elven altar is present, that would be ideal. It contains the Spring of Life, a sacred healing substance, from which I myself received its grace in a past life.

But Lorenwei couldn't bear to. That altar core had seduced his wife, and now he'd seduce other men? Pshaw, impossible!

Not to mention that the academy is at least half a day's journey away, so there's no way to transport it over in time.

Soaking him in water? That won't work either, as it could cause water to enter his trachea.

Just then, Lorenwei suddenly noticed that the Second Prince's face was getting redder and redder.

"Holy crap! You're going to kill yourself!" Lorenwei immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Siruf asked, startled.

Lorenwei said, "The problem is that the Second Prince is too strong. His body is repairing itself, but his neck injury is very special. It's like a taut bowstring. The more you pull on it, the easier it is to snap."

This situation would never happen to people from another world. However, the martial artists in this world cultivate powers that result in very strong physical abilities, which can become a problem in certain situations.

She got up and went to the tent entrance, pulling the female warrior and the female administrator inside. "You two, help me!"

"Me, us?" The two women were just as flustered as Kurara.

"Lorenwei said, 'Help me hold her neck and try to keep her steady. I'll gently and carefully turn her back!'"

"Pull it back..." Everyone present was terrified to hear this.

“If we don’t treat him now, his body will kill itself! That’s what the healing priest meant when he said he was beyond saving!” Lorenwei glared at them. “Your future husband’s life is now in your hands! Truly in your hands!”

"..." The female warrior and the female administrator bit their lips and looked at the Second Prince, whose face had turned blood red.

If we don't take action, we'll just have to watch the Second Prince die!

Who else can we trust? Only Lorenve!

"Fine! If we're going to die, let's die right here in front of us!" The female warrior made up her mind.

"Second Prince, if you're going to die, you'll die by our hand!" the female official said to Kendi.

If the Second Prince Kendi hadn't been so dizzy, he probably would have burst into tears upon hearing this: "My two aunts, please don't plant your flags on me!"

Lorenwei suddenly said, "Of course, there's another option: you two can consummate your marriage while he's still breathing... Hmm, the location isn't right, and I don't dare touch him. Never mind, never mind..."

The female warrior and the affairs officer blushed, but showed no further embarrassment. Instead, they seriously considered the suggestion: it wasn't impossible to consider, but... looking at the Second Prince's physical condition and posture... it seemed... even if they had this plan, it couldn't be implemented... and having a wedding night with these injuries would feel very strange.

The female warrior stomped her foot sharply: "I'll risk it! Miss Lorenve, just tell me how you want to treat her!"

She rolled up her sleeves and bent down to the Second Prince's side.

The female official also stepped forward and took great care of the Second Prince.

"You keep watch for me," Lorenwei instructed Kurara to protect her.

“One of you hold his shoulders, and the other holds his neck. This will help lift him up. I will slowly turn his neck. It may take a very long time, so you have to hold on,” Lorenwei instructed them.

Little by little, under Lorenwei's guidance, the two of them supported the Second Prince with their four hands, gradually suspending his neck in the air.

Their bodies were trembling, but their hands remained steady. The tears were long gone, leaving only beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads—a sign of extreme tension.

Even the slightest tremor could have killed the Second Prince. Lorenwei was slightly dissatisfied with their steadiness, but then she thought that she herself wouldn't have let anyone else help her. Just like how she had only trusted Kurara and Sylph earlier.

Another important reason is that Lorenwei and the second prince are not close. If she can save him, she will; if not, there's nothing she can do. Seeing if he has any luck is also an important consideration.

Only someone as daring as Lorenwei, who's always up to no good, would have such a thought!

I won't use those priests who just predicted the Second Prince's demise! Curing him like this will show my competence!

This little trick is also an important point...

"Wait, where did Meilan go?" Lorenwei suddenly realized. "Never mind, even if she were there, I wouldn't dare ask her for help; she might do something rash."

Lorenwei quickly began to turn the Second Prince's head.

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was that blinding presence, tearing through the fog of the void and shattering the black bones invaded by evil..." Lorenwei rarely began to recite long magical incantations.

In Lorenwei's hands, the second prince's head began to bend back at a very slow speed.

Of course, it wasn't abruptly straightened; a blinding light emanated from between Lorenwei's hands.

The four women around could clearly see that this was a pure light magic spell. They also understood it perfectly; even just hearing the magic incantation made them feel an unparalleled divine bath.

It was daytime, but the area around the tent had a darkness-like effect, with only a soft white light emanating from inside the tent.

This is certainly not the creation of darkness, but rather an illusion produced by the condensation of countless light elements.

"What powerful light magic!"

"Which archmage is in the tent?"

The reply priest, who was guarding outside the tent, was shocked.

The king and queen had already stepped back a distance, temporarily sitting to await the result. The queen, deeply versed in magic, was so astonished by the hymn of light that she stood up abruptly: "It can't be described as magic; this is a hymn of light! Such abundant power of light!"

"It seems my daughter has found a good partner," the king thought with relief. The pain of losing his little one lessened considerably.

The Second Prince's neck was constantly being healed by abundant and pure magical elements, and Lorenwei kept straightening it.

To onlookers, the scene was astonishing, and the delicate control involved was even more astonishing. If the manipulation was too fast, there wouldn't be enough time to heal, resulting in the rupture of blood vessels, bones, or even nerves. If it was too slow, the healing process would be counterproductive, hindering further manipulation or even causing the accumulation of fleshy masses.

As she chanted the mantra and slowly turned the lever in her hand, Lorenwei broke out in a sweat.

Fortunately, I used to multitask a lot when playing magic, otherwise I definitely wouldn't be able to do this now.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, a full ten minutes passed before the neck was able to bend back to about twenty degrees, still less than normal. However, the tip of the flute could be removed from the tracheotomy site, and it had healed through magical healing.

Eleven minutes, twelve minutes...twenty minutes!

Thirty minutes! The two women supporting the team were trembling uncontrollably. Their arms were shaking uncontrollably.

But Lorenwei dared not stop. Everything was fine now, but if she gave up, who knew what might happen!

But fatigue accumulates, and just as she was about to enter the normal range of rotation, the female officer's hand suddenly cramped up!

Her arm twitched uncontrollably.

Click——

Inside the tent, everyone heard a crisp sound come from the Second Prince's neck.

Then his neck suddenly returned to its normal position.

This was a sudden, uncontrolled correction without any gradual adjustment!

"Ouch!" the female warrior exclaimed, her grip loosening instantly.

Lorenwei was also startled and quickly withdrew her hand. However, she realized that she should withdraw slowly, allowing the Second Prince to land on his own.

"I...I..." The female official burst into tears. She wished she could cut off her own arm and then commit suicide to follow the Second Prince.

Just when everyone thought things were going badly, the Second Prince suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"

He, who had just been feeling dizzy and lightheaded, took a few deep breaths while lying face down, and slowly moved his head...

"The Second Prince?" the female official asked tentatively in a soft voice.

Nobody dared to touch him.

"I'm still alive?" The second prince slowly tried to sit up.

The female warrior and the female administrator had already covered their mouths and started crying.

Lorenwei reached out to help, but felt that the other person was strong enough and didn't need any help.