Hunting High School

Thanks to Professor Montelia's urgent request, the therapists at the school hospital quickly rushed to the laboratory to provide further diagnosis and treatment for Zheng Qing. Zheng Qing, the therapist who rushed over, was also familiar with him. It was the long-faced doctor Ma who had done physical examinations for him many times before.

Therefore, when seeing 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 patient's basic identity." Dr. Ma complained to Professor Montelia familiarly: "If I know that it is Zheng Xiaozi's problem, I will at least change into a cleaner robe before coming back. ...perhaps with a cup of hot coffee to pick you up before you change into your new robes."

Dr. Ma's white robe still had some stains on it. 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, the work at hand was not compromised at all, and he still followed the strict inspection procedures to conduct 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 with his arms folded to observe the skillful interaction between Dr. Ma and Zheng Qing, his tone seemed a little curious.

"How fresh!" Dr. Ma elongated 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 period of time almost every month, and every week he takes a certain professor's The note asked me to give him a full-body examination... and nine times out of ten, it's either a headache or red eyes. To be honest, even in Starry Sky Academy, most students don't have such frequent admission records."

Zheng Qing was a little embarrassed when he heard Dr. Ma's words.

"Only four or five times in the hospital, it seems that I don't go every month." He defended in a low voice, but he didn't have enough confidence.

Dr. Ma gave the young public servant a sideways look, and immediately made him shut up.

"This is what I warned you about before." Professor Montelia looked down at Zheng Qing and said, "Fragile glass is very easy to break, and what we, including Dr. Ma, can do is very limited. Put some glue on it to prolong its life. The real solution is yourself."

When Dr. Ma heard the professor's nonsense, he glanced at the two of them in confusion, but didn't say anything. The work at hand did not stop at all, and it was handled in an orderly manner.

Soon, the physical examination was over.

Unsurprisingly, Zheng Qing's body is very healthy, except for a little bruise in the eyes and a slight mental lethargy, there is nothing abnormal. Even the bruise quickly dissipated after Professor Montelia shot.

"Very good." After pouring some green eye drops into Zheng Qing's eyes, the therapist began to pack his tools: "I'll make you a pack of coffee later, to refresh you...Of course, if you can sleep well , the effect will be better.”

Dr. Ma's eye drops are completely different from the green light that Professor Monteria poured into Zheng Qing's eyes before. If the professor gave Zheng Qing's eyes a warm water spa, then Dr. Ma gave Zheng Qing's eyes a cold bath.

It's like drinking a big sip of green bee with ice, which makes people feel stimulating and sober.

"Understood." Zheng Qing vaguely agreed, blinking his eyes vigorously, and a large stream of tears gushed out, quickly blurring his vision.

"If it's still an eye problem next time, don't contact the school hospital immediately."

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

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Zheng Qing looked at him with a sad face, his vision was still a little blurry.

Although Dr. Ma's words sound irresponsible, they are very impressive and pertinent. Throughout his several physical examinations in the school hospital, he hardly got any effective answers.

However, compared with Dr. Ma's words, Professor Montelia's warning worried young public welfare students even more.

He clearly remembered that the first bruise in his eyes was in his right eye. Later, it slowly spread to both eyes. Then today, there is another problem with the right eye.

Based on his crude common sense, he can also judge that the problem with his right eye may be more serious. And this is one of his ultimate goals in coming to this laboratory.

As for the "power within the soul" mentioned by Professor Montelia, because it is too mysterious, Zheng Qing is not in the mood to pay attention to it for the time being. At most, go to the library to look through textbooks, or take the time to chat with Lao Yao. With the experience that Mr. Wu took him to flip time and space during the winter hunting, Zheng Qing felt that he could be at peace with any abnormal situation now.

Dr. Ma came in a rush, but when he left, he was quick and easy.

Soon, Zheng Qing sat back behind the test bench. At this time, he remembered the copy of the rune rubbings that he had been holding in his hand all the time, and when he looked down, he had already scratched many marks.

"Did you finish copying?" The professor also noticed the materials in his hand.

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

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

Soon, his brows relaxed.

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

Zheng Qing stood up in amazement, poked his head, trying to see where he had made a mistake.

"No, it's not the reason." The professor put away Zheng Qing's homework and shook his head: "These talismans, you copied them 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 for your headache or bloodshot eyes. If I were you, I would try my best to restrain myself from using this power."

Zheng Qing disagrees with this statement.

"I have practiced those basic symbols for many years, and they are firmly in my mind. How could they not belong to me?" He defended in a low voice.

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