Hunting High School

In most cases, when a person's hand is scratched with a small wound, there is generally no need to pay too much attention, and the wound will heal naturally after a while.

But when this small wound keeps oozing blood, and it can't stop no matter what, the situation is more complicated.

Zheng Qing is currently facing such a complicated situation.

A few minutes ago, he shook hands with the little Young Master of Taylor's family in a friendly way.

——This kind of thing is very normal, shaking hands is just a common etiquette before interpersonal communication.

But then, Zheng Qing's palm was pierced with a small wound.

——Although this situation is rare, it cannot completely rule out various abnormalities. Perhaps a certain ring on Andrew's finger was too brand new, and there were edges and corners on the ring that had not been smoothed; perhaps a certain ring triggered passive magic, and Zheng Qing was stabbed by the thorn halo attached to it; When the two were shaking hands, a small insect was caught in it, and it opened its giant pincers angrily.

At the end of the day, it was just a small accident.

Zheng Qing has no habit of venting anger.

So he wiped off the little blood stain on the base of his finger, shook his hand, and continued to chat and laugh with the little Young Master of the Taylor family.

However, after Zheng Qing wiped off the blood overflowing from the palm of his hand for the fifth time, seeing a smear of bright red emerge from the needle-sized wound again, he finally couldn't continue talking and laughing.

"Is there a Band-Aid?" Zheng Qing turned his head and bumped into Xiao Xiao who was next to him in a panic: "It's weird, this little wound keeps bleeding, and it can't stop."

"Band-aid? What is that?" Xiao Xiao obviously had never heard of the medicine that Bai Ding usually used to stop bleeding.

He pushed his glasses, his puzzled eyes fell on the palm of Zheng Qing's hand, looked at the blood that was gradually overflowing again, and slowly frowned: "What you need is a piece of golden sore medicine, or a 'Green Rain Talisman', Of course, it would be even better if the mantras of the healing technique were copied in someone's dharma book."

Zheng Qing immediately came to his senses, owning the identity of a wizard.

"I'm talking about the Ganlin Talisman." He blushed and emphasized, "We call the Ganlin Talisman a Band-Aid."

"What a strange name." Xiao Xiao muttered, lowered his head to Zheng Qing's wound, looked it over carefully, and asked, "What's wrong? You didn't pay attention for two minutes, and you added a wound to yourself." Wound."

Zheng Qing’s face turned redder, and he looked almost like Zhang Jixin’s blood brother.

He glanced at the little Young Master in Taylor's house dumbly, but didn't speak.

"Do you need the rain talisman?" Andrew approached enthusiastically and said to Zheng Qing: "I have some newly bought talisman papers here, which were drawn by the senior therapist of Baicaotang within a month, and the effect is very good—of course , Compared with the work of your master talisman maker, there is still some gap."

Zheng Qing was very grateful for this well-timed compliment.

"How can there be..." He smiled and raised his intact hand, shaking it slightly: "It's all trivial skills, how can it compare with the masters of Baicaotang."

"Fortunately, you still have self-knowledge." Xiao Xiao sneered, and then asked the previous question again: "How did you get this wound?"

A pure wizard, the most particular about prescribing the right medicine.

Just like the inconspicuous wound on Zheng Qing's palm, the bite of insects, the thorns of plants, or the damage of other magic props, different situations require different treatment methods.

Zheng Qing grew up with Mr. Wu, so of course he knows about these situations.

But before he could open his mouth, Andrew beside him had already explained the ins and outs of the matter to Xiao Xiao very sincerely.

He even patted his chest and promised all the treatment expenses of Zheng Qing.

The young public finance student was moved to tears, and deeply regretted that he only had a small cut in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Qing patted Andrew's shoulder with his good hand, looked at the burly werewolf with a face of self-blame, and comforted him repeatedly: "We all know...it's not your fault."

Andrew smiled gratefully and didn't speak.

Xiao Xiao pinched his hands and released the Ganlin Talisman, which was said to have been drawn by a senior therapist of Baicaotang, into Zheng Qing's palm.

A light green halo passed by.

Zheng Qing felt as if his whole hand had been soaked in warm water and washed from the inside out. Every pore opened comfortably, and every cell seemed to be jumping for joy.

After the green light passed, Zheng Qing raised his hand.

The tiny wound at the root of the middle finger has long since disappeared without a trace.

"It's intact!" He happily raised his hand, showing his own palm to his friends.

"Since it's all right, I'll go there first." The little Young Master of Taylor's family seemed relieved, and said with a smile: "Let's get back in touch later."

After finishing speaking, he waved goodbye to Zheng Qing, turned around and wanted to leave.

It's just that a thick figure stood in front of him.

Zheng Qing looked at the figure in surprise.

It's Zhang Jixin.

He seemed to sense the inappropriateness in the red-faced boy's expression, and raised his hand to say hello.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiao who was next to him tugged at the corner of his robe, shaking his head silently.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, then took his hand back.

Anyway, everyone is here, so nothing should happen.

Thinking of it this way, Zheng Qing immediately felt relieved.

Compared with him, Andrew Taylor was not in such a happy mood.

Everything is going according to plan, just take a few more steps and return to the team of Alpha freshmen, and you have a chance to win the favor of Mr. Soprano.

Andrew clenched his fists, looked at Julian and the others who were looking anxiously not far away, and sighed heavily in his heart.

Just a few steps away.

In front of him.

Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and looked up and down at the werewolf cub in white robe, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Is there something wrong?" Andrew suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took a step towards Retreat, and raised his arms cautiously.

On his clenched fist, colorful magic rings burst into light one after another.

"Why are you so nervous." Zhang Jixin suddenly relaxed his expression, stretched out his hand carelessly, handed it to Andrew, and said, "It's not rude to come here... also get to know me."

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Andrew frowned. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed several malicious figures slowly approaching around him. His heart sank, and he forced a smile on his face. He agreed, "Excuse me, I'm Andrew Taylor. ,Nice to meet you."

As he spoke, he honestly passed his hand to the red-faced boy in front of him.

Zhang Jixin didn't take off the gloves on his hands.

The flickering light on the magic ring on Andrew's finger did not go out either.

"Don't dare to teach me." Zhang Jixin laughed lowly, firmly grasped the hand that the young werewolf offered to him, and said through gritted teeth, "But when we meet for the first time, there must be a meeting ceremony."