Monster Hunting High School

Friday night, half past nine.

Zheng Qing turned into a black cat, with a sullen face, sitting in the meeting room of the Seven Deadly Sins. Devils were chattering around him, talking about it, it was very lively, but he never said a word.

That's right, he is not lying in the school hospital now, but appears in the devil's gathering in good health.

The accident in the afternoon practical class did break several of his ribs, ruptured several of his internal organs, and made him successfully vomit blood in front of everyone - but that was all - when Hilda hurriedly After he was sent to the school hospital, it only took three seconds for the therapists who came to give up treating him.

It wasn’t that the therapists were careless, or that Zheng Qing died of serious injuries.

But there is no need to treat it.

After he was seriously injured this time, his body showed strong recovery ability. The skin burned by lightning regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, the ruptured internal organs returned to their original state unconsciously, and the broken ribs were rejoined when he lay on the bed in the school hospital. A few inconspicuous bone cracks were left, and those bone cracks disappeared at an alarming speed during the examination by the therapists.

When the nurses wiped away the blood stains on his body, they were surprised to find that there were not many scars on the wizard's body, which shocked Zheng Qing who was lying on the magic carpet.

"What is certain is that pure physical damage cannot keep you in bed for two days. Perhaps magical damage can leave a deeper mark on you."

Xiao Xiao took advantage of the nurse to go through the discharge procedures and warned the wizard quickly: "...Mrs. Bella was very angry. After you left, she scolded everyone, and left half of the class. Each of us copied the "Safe Spellcasting Rules"... The fat man was very worried. "

Mrs. Bella is the head nurse of the school hospital and the nurse in charge of student safety during the school's practical classes. She is usually very kind, but when it comes to student safety, she immediately turns into a tigress.

As for the doctor's mention of Fatty Xin's sorrow, Zheng Qing could probably understand it. After all, in the eyes of others, half of the responsibility for the accident lay with the fat man.

"Then why can you leave get out of class early?" Zheng Qing looked at the short wizard suspiciously.

"Because Mrs. Bella knows that I can recite all the rules by heart, and my conduct score has always been perfect." Dr. Xiao Da adjusted his glasses with a relaxed look on his face: "So when I mentioned that I wanted to go to the campus hospital to take care of you, , she agreed almost immediately..."

"What about the rest?"

Zheng Qing couldn't wait to interrupt the doctor's ramblings, looked at the fortune teller in front of him cryptically and anxiously, with a hint of urging in his tone: "Others, how are the others?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at him, obviously knowing what he was asking.

"After you were blown away, Jiang Yu almost rushed over with Hilda, and filled you with a large bottle of healing potion before Mr. Assistant. That bottle looked very expensive."

He curled his lips, obviously feeling very sorry for the wasted bottle of potion: "... Of course, if she knew that you were the mastermind behind this accident, she would probably pour a large bottle of zombie potion into your mouth, and then put it into your mouth." Chop it into pieces carefully."

Zheng Qing subconsciously shuddered.

"...So, if I were you, I would write a letter immediately to report to someone that she is safe, thank her for the precious bottle of potion, and remind her that everything is fine and ready to be discharged from the hospital. She hurried to the school hospital after a while but you disappeared... Then your sin is even more serious." At this point, Xiao Xiao looked at the time and added: "There are still fifteen minutes until get out of class ends. A text message is totally timely.”

Without saying a word, Zheng Qing took out a quill pen and floral paper, and hurriedly wrote a letter of safety.

After watching the paper crane disappear into the ward, he remembered the great doctor beside him.

Immediately, he remembered the bad prediction made by the fortune teller last night.

"Didn't you swear yesterday that this method would work?" The young assistant coach said with a bit of complaint in his tone.

"It does work."

Dr. Xiao Da rubbed the bamboo slip hanging on his belt and shrugged his shoulders: "I just figured it out. Divination shows that it works, which means that you will indeed be seriously injured according to this method... but divination doesn't. Clarify the duration of your injury... and the divination conclusion shows that it is not feasible, which means that according to this method, you still have to go to Shanglinyuan for spring hunting, so your idea of ​​​​escape is not feasible... This interpretation does not feel a little bit Isn’t it contradictory anymore?”

Zheng Qing finally understood why fortune tellers in the wizarding world were so short-lived.

If diviners like to quibble so much, then even if they don't die from the backlash of divine magic, they will die from the angry revenge of the guests.

"You obviously didn't mean that yesterday!" He lamented and slammed his head into the bed.

"Ignorance is the root of all misfortunes and disasters."

After singing an ancient poem quoted from nowhere in a deep aria, the fortune teller of the Forgiveness Hunting Team explained lightly: "Divination has a very subtle magic power, just like a wind that can blow out flames and fuel them." Fire. Therefore, real diviners are very cautious in the use of divination results. More often, they are like passers-by, observing the changes in the world indifferently... I suspect it is because I use too much divination ability to interfere. Reality, that’s why everyone’s luck is so bad.”

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and the two young wizards immediately shut up.

The ward door opened, and a therapist with a horse face led two nurses to the patient's bed.

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

Dr. Ma-face greeted Zheng Qing happily: "Since you got better from your headache, you rarely come to the campus hospital... The last time I saw you was last summer vacation, right? Well, don't worry, although when Hilda was sent I exaggerated your situation, but after our examination we found that you have no major health problems and are in good health...the discharge procedures have also been completed for you..."

"But my bones were really broken at that time!" Zheng Qing still refused to give up and asked tentatively: "I mean, I heard that some healing potions only restore the surface injuries of the body, but the patient will still need some time. Rest..."

"You don't need it." The horse-faced healer waved his hand: "Your injuries are not repaired by the healing potion, but by your own repair ability... You are as strong as a little wild dragon now, and even pure-blooded werewolves are not as strong as you. You have great resilience...Have you done any body modification?"

As he spoke, he handed the discharge opinion form to Zheng Qing, and at the same time suggested with great interest: "...Would you like to participate in the scientific research project of the school hospital? The pay is very generous!"

Zheng Qing smiled dryly, took the discharge form, and thanked the therapist for his advice.