"Breathing and pulse are both very weak. Mmm, it's time to prepare artificial respiration…"
When Stelle regained consciousness again, the first thing she heard was this familiar line.
It felt like she was back at the space station. However, Stelle knew she wasn't experiencing a life review. If she wasn't mistaken, this should be shortly after the crash. In that case, the voice beside her should be…
Slap.
Stelle subconsciously reached out and pressed down on Sunday's approaching face. She coughed twice. "Sunday, I'm fine."
"Ah, sorry. You were unconscious for so long that I got a bit worried, so…" Sunday smiled gently. "Since you're safe and sound, I can relax."
"Before we got off the train, the Conductor specially instructed me to just follow in the footsteps of you seniors on my first Trailblaze journey. If something happened to you right at the start, I really wouldn't know what to do."
"Don't worry, Sunday." Stelle patted Sunday's shoulder and laughed. "Let me tell you, we might not be able to match March in martial arts or Dan Heng in intelligence, but our strongest advantage is that we're tough!"
"Just based on that, even March is no match for me!"
Sunday said in surprise, "I didn't expect Miss Stelle to have such a well-hidden advantage. As expected, I knew my choice was correct. Please take good care of me on this Trailblaze journey!"
Stelle was extremely comfortable from Sunday's praise. She immediately waved her small hand. "No big deal. From now on, as long as I have a piece of meat to eat, you'll definitely get a sip of soup!"
"Miss Stelle is beautiful and kind-hearted. Miss Stelle's beauty is unparalleled. Miss Stelle's beauty makes fish sink and geese fall!"
"I just like honest people, hehehe…"
Stelle and Sunday chatted idly with each other for a long time. Suddenly, the former's heart stirred and a trace of doubt rose. Wait, did I forget something?
Let me think… Oh no! Where's Dan Heng?!
"Sunday, did you see Dan Heng?" Stelle immediately asked.
Sunday was stunned for a moment. "Dan Heng? Oh no! I was only focused on finding you and forgot about him!"
Stelle widened her eyes. "Sunday, didn't you say you were going to follow closely in the footsteps of us seniors? Is Dan Heng a senior? Huh? Is Dan Heng a senior or not?"
"Hurry and find him, hurry and find him."
"······"
The two of them immediately straightened their expressions and began searching for Dan Heng. Before long, they found his trace among a pile of ruins.
At this moment, Dan Heng was leaning against a broken stone pillar with his head drooping and eyes tightly closed. It looked like the emergency landing had caused him quite a bit of harm.
Stelle roughly checked Dan Heng's physical condition and concluded, "Breathing and pulse are both very weak. Sunday, prepare artificial respiration."
"Artificial respiration? Me?"
Sunday was stunned for a moment, then calmly analyzed, "No. Although artificial respiration is a form of first aid, it's not applicable in every situation. Dan Heng has no obvious injuries and his breathing is still relatively normal. Artificial respiration isn't needed yet."
Stelle: "Then what should we do? We can't just sit here and do nothing, right?"
Sunday smiled slightly. "Simple. Before we set off, I already anticipated this possibility, so I prepared a professional first-aid kit."
With that, Sunday pulled out a metal medical case the size of a suitcase from his pocket. After pressing the button on it, the medical case automatically opened. It scanned Dan Heng while generating a treatment plan, and even had two mechanical arms to assist with the operation.
Stelle watched this scene with her jaw dropped. Suddenly she became furious. "Sunday, you're too much!"
"I was unconscious just now too. Why didn't you use this equipment to save me? What if I had died?"
Sunday waved his hand and said seriously, "Miss Stelle, I already explained earlier—different situations require different methods."
"Your strength is formidable. A mere crash couldn't cause you any real harm. At most your breathing would be a bit disordered, so I just helped you adjust it."
"In the end, it's still because you're too strong and don't need this first-aid kit at all."
Stelle: ······
Fine, what you said does seem to make some sense.
Under the operation of the first-aid kit, Dan Heng quickly woke up as well. He looked around and roughly figured out the situation. He asked, "How long were we unconscious?"
Stelle: "I don't know. I just woke up too."
Dan Heng fell silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. "Didn't that Galaxy Ranger say this is a data world used for filming movies?"
"But why, after we entered, not only did we not see the administrator, but we also encountered an attack?"
Dan Heng examined his own body. "All the sensations feel extremely real… There are too many problems. We can't even confirm whether this is really the so-called 'data world' right now. Stelle, Sunday—contact the train and call for reinforcements."
"Alright." The two nodded. They simultaneously opened "One Big Happy Family" and sent two messages respectively:
Sunday: Dear seniors, we have already arrived inside Amphoreus.
Stelle: Uncle Yang! Hurry and use your overpowered teleportation ability to save us!
—Message sending failed.
As expected, neither message was successfully sent. This also meant that the three of them had been cut off from the outside world. Right now, they could only rely on themselves and the companions beside them.
"Sending failed… That was indeed within expectations." Dan Heng pondered. "However, that makes the Galaxy Ranger quite suspicious. Let's find a place to settle down first. We'll discuss the rest later."
Dan Heng: "The spaceship we came here in has already crashed. The survival supplies on board are probably gone too. Medicine, food, water… All of these need to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to move an inch."
Hearing this, Sunday waved his hand. "No need to worry about that. I came prepared."
With that, he took out several packs of compressed biscuits from his pocket. "I already considered this situation before coming, so I prepared supplies in advance."
"However, these compressed biscuits are my last stock. If we eat them sparingly, they can still last a few days."
Seeing this, Dan Heng breathed a slight sigh of relief. He took the compressed biscuits and said, "······ Thank goodness. Thanks, you've helped a lot."
Sunday: "No big deal."
Stelle looked at the compressed biscuits in Dan Heng's hand and sighed. "Sigh, what a pity. I got used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas some time ago. Suddenly going from luxury to frugality really feels a bit uncomfortable."
Hearing Stelle's words, Sunday immediately put on a serious expression. "Miss Stelle, what are you saying? If compressed biscuits don't suit your taste, why not eat the special combat rations steak exclusively supplied to the Xianzhou Cloud Knights?"
"If the special combat rations steak doesn't suit your taste, I still have golden cake rolls paired with supreme Snezhnaya, limited-edition hamburgers that let you enjoy the deliciousness of meeting in another world, and also…"
A question mark slowly appeared above Dan Heng's head. "Didn't you just say you only had these compressed biscuits left?"
Sunday: "Yes. 'I only have these compressed biscuits left' and 'I still have other food' don't conflict with each other, right?"
"······ Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask either?"