Monster Hunting High School

In most cases, when a person's hand is scratched with a small wound, it usually does not require too much attention, and the wound will heal naturally after a while.

But when this small wound continues to ooze blood and cannot be stopped no matter what, the situation becomes more complicated.

Zheng Qing is currently facing such a complicated situation.

A few minutes ago, he had a friendly handshake with the young master of the Taylor family.

——This kind of thing is very normal. Shaking hands is just a common courtesy before interpersonal communication.

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

——Although this situation is rare, it cannot completely rule out various abnormalities. Maybe a certain ring on Andrew's finger was too new, and there were unpolished edges on the ring; maybe a certain ring triggered passive magic, and Zheng Qing was pricked by the halo of thorns attached to it; or maybe two When the individuals were shaking hands, a small insect was caught in it and opened its giant claws angrily.

Ultimately, it was just a minor accident.

Zheng Qing has no habit of expressing his anger.

So he wiped off the blood stain at the base of his finger, shook his hand, and continued to chat and laugh with the young master of the Taylor family.

However, when Zheng Qing wiped the blood that spilled from his palm for the fifth time, and saw a bright red color emerging from the needle-sized wound again, he finally couldn't continue joking.

"Do you have a band-aid?" Zheng Qing turned his head and bumped into Xiao Xiao beside him in a panic: "It's strange. This small wound keeps bleeding and it can't be stopped."

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

He pushed up his glasses, his doubtful gaze fell on Zheng Qing's palm, and he frowned slowly as he looked at the blood that was gradually overflowing again: "What you need is a piece of golden sore medicine, or a 'sweet rain talisman'. Of course, it would be even better if someone’s book contains healing spells.”

Zheng Qing immediately realized his identity as a wizard.

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

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

Zheng Qing's face turned even redder and he looked like Zhang Jixin's blood brother.

He glanced at the young master of the Taylor family indifferently and said nothing.

"Do you need the Rain Talisman?" Andrew came over very enthusiastically and said to Zheng Qing: "I have some newly bought talisman papers here, which were just drawn by the senior therapist of Baicao Hall within a month. The effect is very good - of course , there are still some gaps compared to the works of your Talisman Master."

Zheng Qing was very pleased with this well-timed compliment.

"No way..." He smiled and raised his intact hand, swinging it slightly: "It's just a small skill, how can it compare with the masters of Baicao Hall."

"Fortunately, you still know yourself." Xiao Xiao sneered, and then asked the previous question again: "How did you get this wound?"

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

Just like the inconspicuous wound on Zheng Qing's palm, bites from insects, thorns from vegetation, or injuries from other magic props, different situations require different treatment methods.

Zheng Qing followed Mr. Wu when he was a child, so he certainly understands these situations.

But before he could speak, Andrew next to him had already very sincerely explained the ins and outs of the matter to Xiao Xiao.

He even patted his chest and promised to pay for all the treatment expenses for Zheng Qing.

The young public-funded student was moved to tears and deeply regretted that he only had a small cut on his palm.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Qing patted Andrew's shoulder with his good hand. Seeing the strong werewolf's self-blame, he comforted him repeatedly: "We all know...it's not your fault."

Andrew smiled gratefully and said nothing.

Xiao Xiao made a hand gesture and released the sweet rain talisman that was said to have been drawn by a senior healer from Baicao Hall into Zheng Qing's palm.

A green halo passed by.

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

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

The small wound at the base of the middle finger has long since disappeared without a trace.

"Intact!" He raised his hand happily and showed his palm to his friends.

"Since everything is fine, I'll go over first," the young master of the Taylor family seemed relieved and said with a smile, "Let's get in touch later."

After that, he waved goodbye to Zheng Qing and turned around to leave.

But a thick figure stood in front of him.

Zheng Qing looked at that figure in surprise.

It's Zhang Jixin.

He seemed to be aware of something wrong in the red-faced boy's expression, and raised his hand to say hello.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiao next to him tugged on the corner of his robe and shook his head silently.

Zheng Qing hesitated and took his hand back.

Anyway, since everyone is here, nothing should happen.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt much more at ease.

Compared with him, Andrew Taylor's mood was not so happy.

Everything is going according to plan. As long as he takes a few more steps and returns to the team of Alpha freshmen, he has a chance to win the favor of Mr. Serprano.

Andrew clenched his fists, looked at Julian and 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 the white robe, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Is something wrong?" Andrew suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took a step back, and raised his arm cautiously.

On his clenched fist, colorful magic rings bloomed 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 back but not to reciprocate... Come and get to know me too."

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

As he said that, he honestly handed his hand to the red-faced boy in front of him.

Zhang Jixin did not take off the boxing gloves on his hands.

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

"I dare not give advice." Zhang Jixin chuckled, firmly grasped the hand that the young werewolf held in front of him, and said through gritted teeth, "But when we first meet, there must be a meeting gift."