"Have you heard? The principal was attacked by a group of thugs last night!"
"Huh? I heard it was because the principal’s walking style was too cocky and got beaten up!"
"The Disaster Departnt has already started a crowdfunding campaign, saying they want to comfort the principal well. How much are you planning to donate? I plan to donate a ’well beaten’ banner, anonymously."
"Count in, add a line: ’Hahaha, never thought you’d have a day like this.’
"Do you guys really believe anonymity works? If the principal gets mad, you’ll be cleaning the toilets!"
"I’m not afraid. If the principal gets mad, he’ll surely go after those who attacked him, not us small fry."
"Wishing for the principal to be beaten to death is pointless, better to hope he dies of old age... Speaking of which, did you know a group of thugs also invaded the academy and attacked the Platinum Tower at the sa ti? The acting principals, Professor Qin and Professor Yan, were severely injured and sent to the school dical Bureau for ergency treatnt!"
"Why attack the Platinum Tower? Are they confident enough to commit suicide before the principal returns?"
"Isn’t there a story about Divine Weapon in the Platinum Tower? Maybe they’re trying to seize the weapon."
"Divine Weapon is a myth, right? I’m from the countryside, don’t try to trick , city folks!"
"Otherwise, why would they attack the Platinum Tower? Trying to steal the principal’s red underwear?"
"True, so what legendary artifact is hidden in the Platinum Tower? The Domination Helt?"
"Speaking of Divine Weapon and you only think of the Domination Helt... Young man, study well, and stop reading such unhealthy books."
"Wait, aren’t you missing the point? Shouldn’t the focus be on Professor Qin and Professor Yan staying at the Platinum Tower? Why were they staying alone together late at night in the tower?"
"Hmm, long nights with no sleep, wonder what the two teachers did to kill ti?"
"I guess they played cards."
By the next day, even before classes began, students were already aware of the events that occurred last night, with many students being awakened by Cha Huan, witnessing the ’septuagenarian’s cocky walk leading to a brutal beating’ firsthand, naturally sparking rumors.
Despite the gossip, students at the Imperial Academy generally maintained order and attended classes diligently, except for so from the Nightmare Departnt—looking at the exploded teaching building, they laughed heartily, called a vacation spontaneously.
The battle scars and bodies on campus were collected by mbers of the Patrol and Punishnt Departnt before dawn. It’s beco a common understanding that Liaoyuan handles the work, and Patrol cleans up.
After the second class in the morning, everyone but Qian Yuya, who showed little interest in learning, imdiately left the teaching building and went to the school dical Bureau.
They wanted to go in the morning, but the dical Bureau was locked down, blocking entry and exit. Visits were allowed at noon by then those who could be saved were fine, and those who couldn’t were packed in coffins.
While not knowing the specifics, Ming Shuiyun and others weren’t very worried. Due to the mystical connection of the Holy Sword mark, she was at least sure Qin Le Yin was fine, which relieved concerns—as long as the person wasn’t dead, even flattened like paper, the dical Officer could magically restore them.
The dical Bureau is located north of the Tianhui teaching building, presenting a traditional three-story pavilion. As soon as they stepped inside, the female dical Officer at the first floor reception said, "First room on the left on the third floor."
They closed their mouths bravely, ready for questions.
As they ascended the stairs to the second floor, hearing voices from the third floor, understanding why the dical Officer knew—looks like they weren’t the only ones visiting.
"Professor Yan, my father is a close friend of the Chief dical Officer. How about I invite him to diagnose you?"
"Professor Yan, take as many days off as needed, I’ll handle your classes."
"Sister Yi, wanna eat so fruit?"
Upon entering the ward, Ming Shuiyun discovered three beds, the best one near the window surrounded by people, whereas the other two held a red-haired youth and short-legged child, both munching on sunflower seeds enjoying the show.
"Oh, you guys are here." Le Yu casually waved, patting the bed: "No chairs here, sit anywhere you like, or sit near the little Raccoon Slave over there. His butt is so small yet takes up a big bed, it’s wasting space. If he dares resist, just hit him—he’s still poisoned, with no strength, you can bully him as you please."
Xianchen Chencheng peacefully cracked sunflower seeds in slightly smaller gray hospital attire, but the clothes were still much larger than his fra, as if a kid wearing adult clothes, comical, even a bit cute. However, as the Raccoon Slave casually glanced at Li Ying and others, they were instantly too frightened to move.
Accustod to being in power, killing countless, despite Xianchen Chencheng’s harmless appearance, his spiritual power soaked his brutal intent, giving off a ’charming’ air, or more crudely, ’like squeezing juice from sothing dirty.’ If normal spiritual power were a glass of clear water, his would be blood in a skull. Raccoon Slave’s exposed power left few daring to face him directly.
Raccoon Slave’s state resembled ancient ’magic martial artists’—slaughter enough people, erase humanity, extinguish conscience, such spiritual power caused hallucinations to enemies, pulling them into a world of murder, even killing with a glare or shout.
But these crude ’magic martial artists’ disappeared quickly—their techniques absorbed and refined by righteous martial artists. The Eighteen Combat Techniques include spiritual cultivation, essentially distilling combat experiences and killing into ’aura’ that both intimidates foes and enhances charisma, such as Liaoyuan’s ’General’s Aura’ or Sword Technique’s ’Swordsman’s Aura.’
Intimidating is good, but wouldn’t it be better if others feared and respected you? Unless naturally antisocial, no one wants to live in a world where everyone fears them.
Xianchen Chencheng could certainly refine his spirit, but chooses to maintain such a vulgar aura, perhaps for job requirents or still stuck in the age enjoying villain roles.
Originally having much to say, Li Ying, Kui Nianruo and others shrank behind others under the Raccoon Slave’s gaze, Le Yu sighed—they’re all single-page family registry folk, yet afraid of this brat.
Le Yu chuckled, "Raccoon Slave, no one visits you, maybe you should review your past deeds?"
"I purposefully avoid visitors, hence treatnt here." Xianchen Chencheng coldly said, "If my colleagues visit, I’m afraid you might accidentally die from stray shooting."
"You flas unify truly comrades in arms, loving and united."
"Once healed, anyone I see will be united and loving. Unless Qian Le Yin dares chat and play cards with other sheaths now? Want others to treat you kindly, ensure being in top condition."
Last night’s Platinum Tower battle sent most injured to Yanjing dical Bureau, only them remaining at school for treatnt. Le Yu’s injuries were minor despite being critical, muscle tears and fractured ribs, manageable on-campus treatnt.
Xianchen Chencheng’s injuries weren’t severe, only aggravated by Jialingen and ’antidote,’ poisoned heavily. Le Yu just toxic hand, though possessing Ice Blood Physique, hypodermic blood removal helped detoxify, barely affected—Raccoon Slave’s tiny body, poison at shoulder critical, swiftly needed dical Officer to gradually purify blood.
Most severe was Yan Yi, organ failure muscles torn spine damaged, couldn’t persist to external transport, several dical Officers operated overnight to restore Yan Yi, lying a morning regained spirit, underscoring Le Yu’s world dical marvel—yet pondering how many years life was sacrificed for such rapid recovery.
"By the way, how’s Yueyang doing?" Le Yu suddenly recalled.
Qin Yueshi replied, "Second Brother went ho after dawn. He didn’t seem to be injured much, had breakfast and went to the Statistical Departnt."
Truly, it’s you, the diligent worker! So resilient! You can even go to work!
In fact, Le Yuxin felt a bit worried. After all, Qin Yueyang was dealing with the Curse Hunters, which sounded intimidating just by the na. But to think his tool-like brother made it through unscathed—guess the Curse Hunters weren’t so tough.
Lin Xue asked, "Teacher, were you seriously injured because you encountered a very strong enemy?"
"Of course they were strong. If they weren’t, wouldn’t that imply I’m very weak for getting beaten like this?"
Qian Yuya said, "Brother Hongle, before you do such dangerous things next ti, you should consult with us first. At least explain everything clearly. It’s a relief you’re okay this ti. But if sothing grave happened to you, what would we do?"
Everyone nodded in agreent. Le Yuxin’s face darkened—how could he not tell that Qian Yuya wasn’t truly concerned about him? She was just worried that if he died, she’d lose all contact with the secret organization ’Le Yu,’ hinting for him to quickly hand over the position of Bureau No. 4 and then go die.
"Ti to eat."
An auntie pushed a food cart into the ward; the dical Bureau had even prepared dicinal als to provide needed nutrition for patients—every treatnt depletes so Primordial Energy, and eating so restorative foods in ti could help recuperate a bit. Otherwise, eating them later wouldn’t be effective.
Ming Shuiyun hurriedly took the food, brought it to Le Yuxin’s bedside, and said firmly, "Let feed you."
"I can eat normally..."
"No, let take care of you!" Ming Shuiyun said, "Clearly, you ended up in this situation because of , yet I couldn’t do anything. At least let do sothing to make up for it..."
"Really? Then do you want to help with the bathroom?"
"Ah?" Ming Shuiyun was taken aback and stuttered, "I, I am willing, but I don’t know how to—"
While she was in a daze, Le Yuxin quickly grabbed the al box and wolfed it down, then used Ming Shuiyun’s sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Thanks for the al."
Ming Shuiyun looked at the now-empty al box, then at her greasy sleeve, and asked faintly, "Do you still need help with the bathroom?"
"If necessary, I can help," Qian Yuya suddenly said, "When my brother was in the dical Bureau, I used to take care of him."
You’re lying!
I’m not!
While they were chatting, Xian Chanchen sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the al box on his thighs, picked up a spoon, scooped so rice, struggled to bring it to his mouth, but his arm went limp and fell.
After a few tries, soone timidly asked, "Need help?"
Raccoon Slave raised his head to find braided Kui Nianruo talking to him and imdiately glared fiercely. "What, do I look that interesting?"
"Yes, no, I an you’re quite cute, not mocking you for even struggling to eat..." Kui Nianruo quickly shook his head.
"Cute?" Xian Chanchen sneered, glanced at Qin Leyin and Ming Shuiyun beside him, and then glared darkly at Kui Nianruo before continuing to eat with his head down.
Kui Nianruo couldn’t stand it, "Really don’t need help? You’re having a tough ti eating..."
"Mind your own business, woman," Raccoon Slave said coldly, "I can squash a few of soone like you easily in normal tis. You’re in no position to ’help .’ Only the weak need others’ help. Even if I starve to death here today, I won’t degrade myself to need soone else to feed !"
"Good afternoon, Inspector!"
Suddenly, a female officer with a cat in her arms appeared at the door. She politely greeted Qian Yuya and the others, then sat by Xian Chanchen’s bed, stuffed a fat ginger cat into his arms, picked up the al box and spoon, and said, "Co on, Inspector, open your mouth."
"Zhaoyebai, what are you doing? I order you—mmm!"
The not-yet-fully-recovered Raccoon Slave could hardly resist, especially with the fat ginger cat pressing on him. He could only watch helplessly as Zhaoyebai fed him bite after bite, even drooling in humiliation because Zhaoyebai was feeding too fast.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded. Le Yuxin twitched the corner of his mouth, thankful he escaped the "feeding play."
anwhile, the feeding frenzy reached its climax—n and won surrounding Yan Yi were jostling for this rare opportunity, almost fighting.
Le Yuxin couldn’t help but keep munching on sunflower seeds—he had been watching the show for almost an hour. Despite hearing about Yan Yi’s popularity, he didn’t expect it to be to such an extent that even entering the dical Bureau saw him surrounded and doted on, with flower baskets piling up without space.
Back in the previous life, Yan Yi would be the kind of person whose casual social dia post garners hundreds of likes and comnts—a super popular king.
Don’t bla Le Yuxin; to him, getting hundreds of likes and comnts on social dia was impressive. After all, as soone who couldn’t even gather likes for a favor, that’s the limit of his perspective.
"Alright, please don’t argue because of , let designate soone," the sickly beauty Yan Yi finally spoke softly, and the surroundings instantly quieted down.
"Listen to Teacher Yan."
"Little Yan, whatever you say goes, I have no objection."
"Yi Jie, you must choose !"
Look at this scene; even a king picking consorts couldn’t compare. Le Yuxin clicked his tongue twice, signaling everyone to sit down and watch the show peacefully, learning the way of Yan Yi to nurture admirers.
Yan Yi took a deep breath, raised his voice, and said:
"Teacher Qin, are you there?"
The entire ward fell silent imdiately, even Xian Chanchen, feeling shad by Zhaoyebai’s feeding, couldn’t help but glance over.
Le Yuxin imdiately turned dark-faced.
Nope, CNM.
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