Above The Sky
Chapter 508 - 508 477 I Don't Care About Your Pain and Future 33

508: Chapter 477: I Don’t Care About Your Pain and Future (3/3) 508: Chapter 477: I Don’t Care About Your Pain and Future (3/3) “There are quite a few restaurants in the Imperial Capital,” said Ian as he walked out of the coffee shop with Hua’an and Frost Butterfly.

His mood was still fairly relaxed, “Looking at it this way, if one had enough money, they could just stay in this place and try all the delicacies from around the world.”

But soon, he couldn’t feel relaxed anymore.

Because Ian saw an accident.

It happened in the Sixth Layer District.

The east side of the Sixth Layer District hosted a large number of civil administrations, while the west side was a storage area, so transport convoys often carried goods.

In Terra, even something like Armor Suit existed, so to say there were no cars was naturally unrealistic.

However, up till now, Terra didn’t have a nationwide road network, and even if it did, due to Magical Beasts and a variety of natural disasters, the countries wouldn’t be able to maintain such a stable transportation network, which is why alchemy cars had not been developed on a large scale.

Cars that could only be used within cities and were useless once outside the city’s network were not as cost-effective as Terra’s Dragonsteeds and Camel Beasts.

Of course, these were just ordinary vehicles… but for the military industry, armored transport vehicles capable of traversing terrains, stable and with a certain level of self-defense, were actually in constant demand, making this sector quite developed.

A semi-military transport vehicle was to blame for the accident.

It didn’t have the heavy Outer Armor that was needed outside the city, but had increased cargo capacity.

Looking at the route, it seemed to be transporting goods from the storage area to other locations.

Probably while turning a corner, the transport vehicle failed to notice a pedestrian nearby, and the pedestrian, likely unused to seeing such vehicles, didn’t back away far enough and got grazed.

And a graze from such a large vehicle, over three meters tall and several meters long…

In a split second, the person was rolled into the tires.

It was only because the driver stopped the vehicle in time that the middle-aged man who was grazed had only his two legs crushed and was then thrown heavily onto the ground, falling into shock ‘only’.

The screams had already stopped, some of the crowd had dispersed, and an odd scent of blood was the only thing that lingered in the air on the street.

The crying of a man and a woman had already stopped being heart-wrenching and even the sobbing had ceased; the driver, looking worried, checked on the unconscious man’s condition, not daring to administer treatment himself, and instead discussed with his companions to ask someone to come over…

or to take care of the body and the aftermath.

But the man was not dead yet.

This was the first thing Ian saw after arriving in the Sixth Layer District.

With a slight frown, Ian pushed his way through the crowd.

Upon seeing the situation, he immediately understood what had happened.

“I didn’t expect such an incident…” “Father lord, this man is dying…”

He glanced at the shocked expressions of Hua’an and Frost Butterfly, then scanned the crowd, noticing that no one was stepping forward to help, most just watched with regret or pity.

Ian decided to step forward.

The youth pulled several Alchemical Potions from his waist bag, some of which were just base solutions.

He used Essence Manipulation to merge the liquids mid-air quickly—some potions, especially those that treated serious injuries, had a short shelf life once mixed and would lose half of their effectiveness when they lost activity.

Before that, he took out his Iron Pattern Sword and covered its complex blade with a layer of ice to form a smooth ice edge—he immediately cut off the connection between the victim’s thigh and the flesh mush that became part of the ground, covered the wound with half a bottle of potion, and then used ice to stop the bleeding.

Next, he injected the remaining half of the powerful healing potion into the victim’s artery.

“This should save his life for the moment.

Interesting, so this is how healing potions work on Ordinary people…”

Ian squinted, hiding the glow of the Silver Chip.

He confirmed that the man’s vital signs were beginning to stabilize—the victim suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which was actually due to his respiratory system beginning to recover, and his injured organs were being repaired by the potent healing potion.

“Amazing!”

“Which Alchemist is this?

Just one potion and the person came back to life!”

“How much does this potion cost?

I remember an ordinary Elite Potion costs over thirty Talle…”

“Embrace Light above!

Thank you!

I’m really sorry, I truly didn’t expect someone did not get out of the way…” This was the driver’s voice, who clearly breathed a sigh of relief, but was still somewhat frightened.

Crushing someone to death and injuring them were different.

The latter was just a driving error, and not necessarily all the driver’s fault, but in the former case, he would lose his job no matter what.

But this didn’t remove the life-threatening danger; it just meant that the man could hold on until professional medical personnel arrived.

Ian was preparing to continue with some rescue methods.

The Fae’s water control ability was quite powerful in this respect, ensuring that the patient wouldn’t lose too much blood.

But it was at this moment that the youth faintly heard a voice.

Do not save.

Ian heard such a voice.

He perceived the source of the voice, so he turned his head to look at the boy and girl behind him.

It was a youth dressed in somewhat outdated clothes, about seventeen or eighteen, and a girl around six or seven years old.

The girl was not in good health; she kept her eyes closed, with tears flowing ceaselessly, yet she didn’t have the strength to cry out.

The youth held his sister tightly, watching their father’s body while forcibly suppressing his tears but with reddened eyes.

He was wearing a white shirt with narrow sleeves that were slightly yellowed, and the man gravely injured and on the brink of death beneath his own hands was dressed similarly, down to the little girl’s plaid skirt that seemed to have been cut and sewn from a larger piece of clothing.

Ian had begun to understand why he was hearing such a voice; he had figured out a lot of things, like what the consequences of his actions might be.

He had known from the start, but…

When he truly heard the faint whisper of “don’t save,” the young man still subconsciously felt that it might be an auditory hallucination caused by his ringing ears.

Unfortunately, it was not a hallucination.

In fact, the youth with his head bowed, who likely came from the rural areas of the Quinor Plains outside the Lower City District of the Imperial Capital, was the one muttering these words.

“It can’t be cured…

These are shattering wounds, Dad…

Even if Dad survives, he will be disabled…”

The young man bit his lip, even drawing blood, inflicting this pain upon himself as he knelt on the ground, holding his sister, and softly spoke to Ian’s armored silhouette, “Please, Knight…

don’t save my father…

I beg you, I beg you…”

“I have to take care of Sha Lan…

Please, Knight, I can’t look after two people…

We still have to tend to the farm back home, and we’ve already gone into debt just applying for a temporary residence permit…”

“If it’s just me and Sha Lan, we might be able to repay it, and then we could settle down next to the Imperial Capital, and Mother’s grave won’t have to be moved…

At least Dad could be with Mom…

I beg you, Knight…”

“Please…

sob…

don’t…

save…”

The words were disjointed, and in the end, the youth could barely sustain his speech, losing his voice as he held his sister, tears streaming down his face, not daring to approach Ian.

—They dared not approach a Sublimator, an Alchemist.

“Knight, I beseech you…”

It was then that Ian heard another hoarse voice amidst the silence.

The man who had regained some consciousness was barely opening his eyes.

He hadn’t actually spoken the words, but his muscle movements and changes in emotion were analyzed by the Silver Chip and combined into whispers in Ian’s ears.

The murmurs he heard at the beginning were such voices.

“Knight, I plead with you, don’t save me…”

“Sigh.”

Ian let out a sigh, his mind turning to the Green Tide.

The father of the Green Tide had been like this as well; an old soldier who retired only to be slowly killed off by hidden injuries, who dared not seek treatment before his death.

Without starting treatment, he could barely hold on, but once treatment began, he would completely lose the ability to work and then slowly drain all the family’s wealth like a bottomless pit.

A high-grade Regeneration Potion?

Not to mention its price…

How could a targeted retiree of the First Energy Level get his hands on one?

It was just like how some families didn’t lack the money, but couldn’t make it to the big city to find a decent doctor for proper treatment.

At that time, the Green Tide needed to build a foundation, and between his own future and that of his son, the man chose the latter.

—Sometimes, death is profitable.

Whether on the battlefield or in everyday life, the compensation and subsequent payouts might not ensure that the relatives never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, but it could help them through the hardest times after losing a loved one…

On the other hand, those who return with disabilities receive little money and have to spend long periods of time and finances on treatment.

This was what the Seaborn Swordsman said as he looked out at the sea during a conversation with Ian back at Harrison Port.

His tone carried a hint of the ephemeral, like sea spray: “I don’t know what my father was thinking at the time, and I’m still pondering how to refute the old man’s bullshit…

Unfortunately, I’m too weak.”

“Ian… I can’t refute these words.”

—But I can.

So, to the youth and the middle-aged man’s pleas, Ian instead revealed a calm smile, “Listen, the two of you, and the lovely young lady makes three.

I couldn’t care less whether you’ll suffer in the future or get caught up in a maelstrom…

Frankly, it doesn’t concern me, nor do I care.”

“For now, I see people who can be saved in front of me, and I can save them…

Setting aside everything else, my child is right here; I have to act.”

With that, he pulled a bottle of emerald green potion from his pouch, followed by a bottle of pale white potion.

Ian mixed the latter into the former, then stirred it with Essence Manipulation.

This was the Regeneration Potion, capable of regenerating damaged limbs and highly effective even for a Sublimator.

Ian poured the Regeneration Potion into the middle-aged man’s mouth, “Patients who nearly kill themselves, and children too foolish to hold back their own father, don’t have the right to make suggestions to me.”

After finishing, he stood up and shook his head slightly, “Consider it an experiment.

You two over there, your father has been subjected to a mandatory human trial of a new treatment potion.

Remember to report the results to me afterward.”

“If the results are good, and the Alchemy Association recognizes my patent, you’ll also receive a sum as compensation.”

Without waiting for the bewildered siblings behind him to comprehend his words, Ian looked up toward the crowd still uttering praises and exclamations behind him.

There, a troop of people was rapidly approaching, led by a rather young Noble whose expression was fraught with irritation and hidden annoyance, and the medical personnel behind him included a Cleric from Embrace Light.

Not slow.

But still a bit late.

In the absence of Ian’s intervention, the original victim might have already died by the time the medical team from the sixth level district and the managers handling the accident had arrived.