The strongest healer

Chapter 25 Repair
Song Shi woke up from the pain.

Every bone in her body ached, especially her right waist. Every time she took a breath, it would be involved there. A layer of sweat would appear on her forehead after a while. She could only breathe as lightly as possible, one by one. Move your body.

She was still lying on the cold floor of the cafeteria, and no one cared about her life or death.

Song Shi put her arms on the ground, sat up slowly, held on to the canteen seat near her, and supported herself to stand up.

This series of actions already made her sweat profusely from the pain, and she leaned on the table to catch her breath.

The cafeteria was empty, all the food on the table had been cleared away, and it was still bright outside the window. Song Shi lowered his head to look at his watch. The time was three in the afternoon.

She fell asleep for more than two hours.

A light curtain popped up in my mind.

[Masochism value progress: 26%]

[Anti-abuse value progress: 21%]

[This system tortures the body but not the mind. I hope you stick to it until the end and the rewards will be far greater than you imagine]

Song Shi looked at the last line of words, raised his head, and suppressed the sour feeling in his eyes.

Putting the watch in her trouser pocket, she walked towards the dormitory building with heavy steps.

Entering the dormitory door, a person dressed as an aunt in the duty room called out to her.

"What?"

Song Shi turned around and said, "I need to go back to the dormitory." As soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice was incredibly hoarse.

"It's class time now. No one is allowed to go back to the dormitory." The afro-headed duty officer ran out of the duty room, holding a half-meter-long straight steel ruler in his hand and stopped in front of Song Shi.

Song Shi lowered his eyes and glanced at the steel ruler. Through the reflection above, he saw a large amount of blood on his cheeks and under his nose, even spreading to the roots of his hair on his left temple. The nosebleed that had flowed out at some point has now dried up, and the corners of his mouth are blue and purple. It was swollen and bloody, the result of a punch to the abdomen.

With her current appearance, Song Shi was probably aware that she was still not allowed to go back to the dormitory to rest.

Holding his waist and moving slowly, Song Shi walked out of the dormitory building and walked towards the teaching building.

It was class time now, and there was no one in the corridor. Song Shi passed by the bathroom, turned into the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed the blood on his face.

The corner of his mouth stung when it touched the water. Song Shi tried his best to endure it and still hummed.

She slapped her palm on the edge of the pool, her chest heaving violently, and the pain in her waist slowly stimulated her nerves. Her violent aura that wanted to destroy everything reached its peak at this moment.

Song Shi raised his eyes and saw that the eyes of the person in the mirror were bloodshot and red.

I don't know whether it was the anger that went to his head, or the pain that made him numb, but the pain in his body gradually began to leave.

Streams of heat are pumped out of the chest, along the blood vessels, and slowly flow into the limbs and bones, nourishing the injured flesh and blood and soothing the violent emotions.

Doubts flashed in the eyes of the person in the mirror. The hand he had just withdrawn from under the water touched his chest and heart, feeling the aura of unknown origin and carefully identifying whether it was an hallucination.

Before she could tell whether it was true or false, a wave of sleepiness swept over her and engulfed her.

Song Shi's eyelids closed in an instant and she took a step back. The weightlessness caused by falling woke her up.

She quickly held onto the sink with both hands to support herself from falling. Unexpected sleepiness came over her again. She shook her head and poured a handful of cold water on her face from the spout.

The cold touch gave her some relief, and she stumbled towards the classroom.

Song Shi fell asleep several times along the way. Whenever she did, she punched her injured waist. The dull pain stimulated her nerves, causing her to wake up for a moment and rush forward immediately.

Finally reaching the back door of the class, Song Shi's eyelids weighed more than a thousand dollars. He kicked open the door, tried his best to open his eyelids a crack, swept to his seat, and ran towards there.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, Song Shi fell asleep.

She blocked out the instructor's angry curses and the whispers around her.

Her body was repairing itself quickly, and her whole body was radiating heat from the inside out. Her wet hair quickly dried up, and her cheeks showed an abnormal blush, as hot as a fever. Song Shi lay on the table and fell asleep all afternoon. It was not until dark, the bell rang, and the noise of stools moving around that she slowly woke up and opened her eyes.

More than half of the class has left, and the remaining people are packing things in twos and threes, and a few people are cleaning.

Song Shi subconsciously looked at her wrist. There was no watch and neither of her arms. She took a moment to calm down and her memory came back, and then she remembered that the watch was in her trouser pocket.

She was about to take the watch from her pants pocket when her pupils trembled and she stared at her right wrist. She remembered that before going to bed, there were deep scars here, which were caused by the strap of the watch.

Now, there is only a shallow red mark on the wrist in front of me, like the new pink flesh that grows after a wound scabs and the blood scab falls off.

Thinking of something, Song Shi immediately touched the injury on his waist.

It didn't hurt when I touched it lightly. I pressed it a little harder and felt the slow pain coming from inside.

This little pain made Song Shi calm down.

At least it means that everything in her memory is not a dream, it really happened.

But why she recovered so quickly, Song Shi thought of the soothing heat that appeared in his heart in the bathroom, and the accompanying tide of sleepiness.

Is it possible that she wants to awaken the healing system?

"We're going to lock the door."

An impatient male voice interrupted her. Song Shi looked up and saw that the cleaning staff had already placed their cleaning tools and were heading out. The boy standing outside the door held the door handle to urge them.

Song Shi stood up and left his seat.

As soon as she took a step, she felt a pain in her waist, her legs became weak, and she almost fell.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and held the table in time.

The injury on her waist was too serious, and she might have recovered 70% to 80% after sleeping.

Song Shi's expression remained as usual, he took his hands off the table, slowed down, and walked towards the door.

As soon as she left, there was the sound of the door closing behind her.

Those people chased and passed her.

Song Shi moved slowly towards the dormitory building. After getting used to the pain, she walked back to the dormitory quite easily.

Locking the door, she took off her blood-stained clothes and walked to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Song Shi looked at his body carefully. All the external injuries were healed, and the wounds around his mouth and the bruises on his body no longer existed.

Only the waist and chest still feel pain when pressed. These two places have been severely beaten.

It was Song Shi's surprise to have such a speed of recovery.

After washing the bloody clothes and hanging them to dry, Song Shi opened the bathroom door. She was sleeping during dinner and didn't eat anything. Although she didn't feel hungry, she decided to eat some.

Something like this wouldn't happen just once today. Judging from the limited words she heard, she could get money from Wei Yuyu's mother with the video of her being beaten.

The amount of money is unknown.

But if there is the first person who is driven by this money, there will be the second one.

Song Shi picked up the milk on the table that was opened by the little follower yesterday, tore a small opening, raised his head and poured it into his mouth one by one.

Feeling a little full in her abdomen, she lay down on the bed after washing herself.

Even after sleeping all afternoon, as soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep immediately.

(End of this chapter)