Hunting College

Thanks to the urgent request of Professor Montelia, the therapist from 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 the long-faced doctor Ma who had done physical examinations for him many times before.

　　 Because of this, when he saw Zheng Qing for the first time, Dr. Ma's already long face stretched longer.

"When you notify us, you should tell us the basic identity of the patient." Dr. Ma complained to Professor Montelia familiarly: "If I know that it is Zheng Xiaozi’s problem, I will at least change to a cleaner gown. ...Maybe before changing into a new robe, I would drink a cup of hot coffee to refresh myself."

　　 Dr. Ma's white robe still has some stains left. It looks like he should have just come out of the operating room and rushed over before he could change his clothes.

　　 However, although his words were irresponsible, his work was not compromised at all. He still followed strict inspection procedures to conduct a comprehensive inspection for Zheng Qing.

　　 Hearing the therapist's complaint, Professor Montelia raised his eyebrows slightly.

　　 "Have you checked for him before?" He stood aside with his arms folded observing the proficient interaction between Dr. Ma and Zheng Qing, his tone was a little curious.

"How fresh!" Dr. Ma stretched his tone and snorted: "From entering the school last semester until now, this kid has to go to the school and hospital for a while, every week he has to take a professor's Tiaozi asked me to do a full-body check-up on him... and in all likelihood, it was either a headache or red eyes. To be honest, even at Star Sky College, most students do not have such frequent admission records."

　　 Zheng Qing was a little embarrassed when he heard what Dr. Ma said.

　　 "Just be hospitalized four or five times, it seems that I don't go every month." He defended in a low voice, but he was not so confident.

　　 Physician Ma cast a sideways look at the young publicly-funded student, and immediately told him to close his mouth.

"This is what I meant to warn you before." Professor Montelia looked down at Zheng Qing and said: "The fragile glass is very easy to break. We-including Dr. Ma-can do very little, nothing more. Put some glue on the broken glass to extend its life. It is you who really solve the problem."

　　Doctor Ma heard the professor's words without beginning and ending, gave them a bewildered look, but said nothing. There is no pause in the work at hand, and the handling is in order.

　　 Soon, the physical examination was over.

　　 Unsurprisingly, Zheng Qing's body is very healthy. Except for a little bit of congestion and a slight mental sluggishness under his eyes, there is no abnormality-even that bit of congestion quickly dissipated after Professor Monteria took it.

"Very good." After putting some green eye drops in Zheng Qing's eyes, the therapist began to pack his tools: "I'll get you a bag of coffee in a moment to refresh your mind... Of course, if you can honestly sleep. , The effect will be better."

　　 Dr. Ma’s eye drops have a completely different effect from the green light that Professor Montelia poured into Zheng Qing’s eyes before. If the professor was doing a warm water spa for Zheng Qing’s eyes before, then Dr. Ma gave Zheng Qing’s eyes a cold bath.

　　 It seems to drink a big sip of green bee with ice, which makes people feel exciting and sober.

　　 "I see." Zheng Qing agreed vaguely, blinking his eyes vigorously, and bursting into tears, quickly blurring his vision.

　　 "If you still have eye problems next time, don't contact the school hospital for the first time."

Physician Ma, who has checked Zheng Qing many times, stood up after packing up his tools, and warned with earnest words: "If you really feel something is wrong with your body, you can go to the treatment center of the Wizarding Alliance, or ask Lao Yao to arrange for you. Look elsewhere... If you find me, I can only prescribe you a few chocolates or mints... At most I will give you a little eye drops."

　　 Zheng Qing looked at him sadly, his vision still a little fuzzy.

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

　　 It's just that, compared with Dr. Ma's words, Professor Montelia's warning is even more worrying for young public-funded students.

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

　　 Only based on his crude common sense, he can judge that the problem of 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 mind’ mentioned by Professor Monteria, Zheng Qing has not bothered about it for the time being because it is too mysterious. At most, go to the library to look through textbooks, or take the time to find old Yao chatting. With the experience of Mr. Wu taking him to reverse time and space during Winter Hunt, Zheng Qing felt that he could now be calm about any abnormal situation.

　　 Physician Ma came in turmoil, but when he went, he went straight.

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

　　 "Did you copy?" The professor also noticed the material in his hand.

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

Professor 　　 frowned slightly, took Zheng Qing's ‘homework’, and checked it carefully ~www.ltnovel.com~ soon, his brows were relaxed.

　　 "Very good," Professor Montelia rarely showed a stern expression on his face, and his tone was much gentler. But then, his brows frowned again: "...so, it's worse."

　　 Zheng Qing stood up in surprise and poked his head, trying to see where he had copied it wrong.

　　 "No, it's not the reason." The professor put away Zheng Qing's homework and shook his head: "These talisman, you copied perfectly, almost without any errors. But that 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 cause of your head disease or blood congestion. If I were you, I would try to restrain myself from using this power."

　　 Zheng Qing cannot agree with this kind of argument.

　　 "I have practiced those basic runes for many years, and I have kept them in my head. How can they not belong to me?" He defended in a low voice.

Professor Montelia looked at him and said meaningfully: "This is one of the most fascinating parts of magic. There are no brains, there are 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."