Monster Hunting High School

Thanks to Professor Monteria's urgent request, the therapists from the school hospital quickly rushed to the laboratory to provide further diagnosis and treatment for Zheng Qing. The therapist who came over, Zheng Qing, was also familiar with him. He was the long-faced doctor Ma who had examined him many times before.

Therefore, when he saw Zheng Qing for the first time, Dr. Ma's already long face stretched even longer.

"When you notify us, you should inform us of the basic identity of the patient." Dr. Ma complained to Professor Monteria familiarly: "If I knew it was Mr. Zheng's problem, I would at least change into a cleaner robe and come back. …Maybe a cup of hot coffee to refresh myself before changing into a new robe.”

There were still some stains on Dr. Ma's white robe. It looked like he had just come out of the operating room and rushed over before he had time to change.

However, although his words were very irresponsible, he did not compromise the work at hand. He still followed strict inspection procedures and conducted a comprehensive inspection for Zheng Qing.

Listening to the therapist's complaints, Professor Monteria raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Have you checked him before?" He stood aside and observed the skilled interaction between Dr. Ma and Zheng Qing, his tone a little curious.

"How new!" Dr. Ma extended his tone and snorted: "From the time he entered the school last semester to now, this kid has to go to the school hospital for a while almost every month, and he has to take a certain professor's doctor with him every week. The note asked me to give him a full body check... and nine times out of ten, he either had a headache or his eyes were red. To be honest, even in Starry Sky Academy, most students don't have such frequent admissions."

Zheng Qing felt a little embarrassed after listening to Dr. Ma's words.

"I'll only be hospitalized four or five times. It doesn't seem like I go every month." He defended in a low voice, but he didn't have enough confidence.

Doctor Ma glanced sideways at the young public-funded student and immediately told him to shut up.

"This is what I warned you before." Professor Monteria looked down at Zheng Qing and said: "Fragile glass is very easy to break. What we - including Dr. Ma - can do is very limited. Apply some glue to the broken glass to extend its life. It’s you who really solves the problem.”

When Dr. Ma heard the professor's confusing words, he glanced at the two of them in confusion, but said nothing. There was no pause in the work at hand and everything was handled in an orderly manner.

Soon, the physical examination was over.

As expected, Zheng Qing's body was very healthy. Except for a little congestion under his eyes and a slight lethargy, there was nothing abnormal. Even that little congestion dissipated quickly after Professor Monteria took action.

"Very good." After putting some green eye drops in Zheng Qing's eyes, the therapist began to pack up his tools: "I will open a bag of coffee for you later to refresh you... Of course, if you can sleep properly , the effect will be better.”

Dr. Ma's eye drops have a completely different effect from the green light that Professor Monteria poured into Zheng Qing's eyes before. If the professor was giving Zheng Qing's eyes a warm water spa before, then Dr. Ma was giving Zheng Qing's eyes a cold shower.

It's like taking a big sip of Green Bee with ice, which makes people feel stimulated and awake.

"I know." Zheng Qing agreed vaguely, blinking his eyes hard, and a large stream of tears burst out, quickly blurring his vision.

"Next time if you still have an eye problem, don't contact the school hospital immediately."

Doctor Ma, who had examined Zheng Qing many times, stood up after packing up his tools and warned him earnestly: "If you really feel that there is something wrong with your body, you can go to the treatment center of the Wizards Alliance, or ask Lao Yao to arrange it for you. Go look somewhere else... If you come to me, I can only give you a few pieces of chocolate or mints... at most I can give you some eye drops. "

Zheng Qing looked at him sadly, his vision still a little blurry.

Although Dr. Ma's words may not sound very responsible, they are very respectable and pertinent. Throughout his several physical examinations at the school hospital, he received almost no effective answers.

However, compared with Dr. Ma’s words, Professor Monteria’s warning worries the young public-funded students even more.

He clearly remembered that the first congestion in his eyes was in his right eye. Later it slowly spread to both eyes. Then today, I have another problem with my right eye.

With just his rudimentary common sense, he could tell that the problem with his right eye might be more serious. And this is one of his ultimate purposes for coming to this laboratory.

As for the 'power within the soul' mentioned by Professor Monteria, it was too mysterious for Zheng Qing to pay attention to for the time being. At most, I could go to the library and read textbooks, or take some time to chat with Lao Yao. After the experience that Mr. Wu took him to flip time and space during the winter hunting, Zheng Qing felt that he could now be at peace with any abnormal situation.

Dr. Ma arrived in a hurry, but left neatly.

Soon, Zheng Qing sat back behind the test bench again. At this time, he remembered the copy of the talisman rubbings he had been holding in his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were many marks on it.

"Have you finished copying?" The professor also noticed the materials in his hand.

Zheng Qing quietly wiped the wrinkles on the notebook, smiled dryly, and handed it to Professor Monteria.

The professor frowned slightly, took Zheng Qing's homework, and checked it carefully.

Soon, his brows widened.

"Very good," Professor Monteria rarely showed a less stern expression on his face, and his tone became much gentler. But then, his brows furrowed again: "...So, it's even worse."

Zheng Qing stood up in surprise and poked his head to see where he had copied wrongly.

"No, it's not the reason." The professor put away Zheng Qing's homework and shook his head: "You copied these talismans perfectly, with almost no mistakes. But this is also the problem."

"At your current level, no wizard can achieve such an achievement."

"This means that you are using power that does not belong to you... and this is also the reason why you have headaches or congestion under your eyes. If I were you, I would try my best to restrain myself from using this power."

Zheng Qing could not agree with this rhetoric.

"I have practiced those basic talismans for many years and have them firmly in my mind. How come they don't belong to me?" He defended in a low voice.

Professor Monteria looked at him and said meaningfully: "This is one of the most fascinating things about magic. Things without brains will have real thinking; things that seem to have brains often have nothing to do with it. Brain; and there are often many things hidden in your own brain that are not your own.”