Friday night, nine thirty.

Zheng Qing transformed into a black cat, with a sullen face, sitting in the meeting room of the Seven Sins. The devils around it were chattering noisily, while it remained silent throughout.

Indeed, he was not lying in the school infirmary now, but appeared healthy and well at the devils’ gathering.

The accident during the practice class in the afternoon truly broke several of his ribs, ruptured some of his internal organs, and even made him cough blood in front of everyone—but that was all. When Hilda hurriedly sent him to the school infirmary, the therapists who rushed over gave up on treating him within three seconds.

It wasn’t that the therapists weren’t diligent, nor that Zheng Qing was untreatably injured.

Rather, it was because there was no need to treat him.

This time, after being seriously injured, his body demonstrated a powerful regeneration. The skin burned by electricity regenerated at a visible speed, the ruptured internal organs unknowingly reverted to origin, and those broken ribs had already reconnected by the time he lay on the hospital bed, leaving only a few minor bone cracks, which disappeared at an astonishing speed during the therapists’ examination.

When the nurses wiped the bloodstains from his body, they were surprised to find that there weren’t many scars on the warlock’s body, which also startled Zheng Qing lying on the magic carpet.

"What can be confirmed is that simple physical harm can’t keep you bedridden for two days. Perhaps magical harm might leave a deeper mark on you."

Xiao Xiao seized the opportunity to quickly advise the warlock: "...Lady Bella was very furious. After you left, she scolded everyone thoroughly and then made us each copy the ’Safety Casting Rules’ for the rest of the class... Fat Man was quite distressed."

Lady Bella is the head nurse of the school infirmary and the in-session nurse responsible for student safety during practice classes. She is usually very amiable, but the moment it involves student safety, she turns into a tigress.

As for the Doctor mentioning Xin Fat Man’s troubles, Zheng Qing could roughly understand, as others saw half the responsibility for the accident on that fat man.

"Then why were you allowed to leave class early?" Zheng Qing suspiciously looked at the short warlock.

"Because Lady Bella knows I can recite all the rules backwards and my conduct scores have always been perfect." Doctor Xiao adjusted his glasses with a relaxed expression: "So when I mentioned going to the school infirmary to look after you, she almost immediately agreed..."

"What about the others?"

Zheng Qing impatiently interrupted the Doctor’s rambling, glancing at the diviner in front of him with urgency: "What about the others, how are the others?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at him, clearly knowing what he was asking about.

"After you got blasted off, Jiang Yu practically rushed over with Hilda and beat the assistant to you with a large bottle of healing magic potion. That bottle looked expensive."

He curled his lip, clearly feeling regretful about the wasted magic potion: "...Of course, if she knew you were the mastermind behind the accident, she might have poured a bottle of zombie potion into your mouth and chopped you into bits."

Zheng Qing shivered instinctively.

"...So, if I were you, I would immediately write a letter to someone, assure them of your safety, thank them for that precious magic potion, and by the way, remind them that you’ve prepared to be discharged, to prevent them from rushing to the infirmary, only for you to be missing... Your sins would then be even graver." At this point, Xiao Xiao glanced at the time and added: "There are fifteen minutes left until class ends, plenty of time for a letter."

Without hesitation, Zheng Qing pulled out a feather pen and floral note paper and hurriedly wrote a letter of reassurance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Watching the paper crane disappear from the ward, he finally remembered the big doctor beside him.

Then, he recalled the lousy prophecy the diviner made last night.

"Didn’t you swear yesterday that this method would work?" the young teaching assistant complained, with a hint of reproach in his tone.

"It does work indeed."

Doctor Xiao fondled the bamboo slip law book hanging on his belt and shrugged: "I just realized that the divination showed it would work, meaning with this method you would indeed get seriously injured... But the divination didn’t specify how long your injury would last... And as for the divination’s conclusion stating it wouldn’t work, it meant that despite this method, you still had to attend the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt, so your idea of escaping wouldn’t work... Doesn’t it all make sense when explained this way?"

Zheng Qing finally understood why diviners in the Wizard World had such short lives.

If diviners always loved sophistry like this, then even if they didn’t die from the backlash of divination magic, they would die from the furious revenge of their clients.

"That’s not what you meant yesterday!" he lamented, his head thumping into the pillow heavily.

"Ignorance is the root of all misfortune and disaster."

The diviner from the Absolution Hunting Team sang in a deep, elegiac tone a line of poetry cited from somewhere unknown and casually explained: "Divination possesses a very delicate magic power, like a gust of wind, it can both extinguish a flame and fan it. So true diviners are very cautious in using their divination results. More often, they are like passersby, observing the world’s changes with indifference... I suspect that it’s because I’ve overused divination to interfere with reality, which is why everyone’s luck has become so bad."

A hurried footstep echoed in the corridor, and the two young wizards immediately fell silent.

The ward’s door opened, and a horse-faced therapist entered with two nurses, approaching the patient’s bed.

"Long time no see!"

The horse-faced doctor greeted Zheng Qing cheerfully: "Ever since your headaches got better, you haven’t visited the infirmary much... The last time I saw you was probably last summer, right? Well, don’t worry, even though Hilda exaggerated your condition when she brought you in, our examination revealed no major issues with your body, you’re very healthy... Your discharge paperwork is all ready too..."

"But my bones really were broken then!" Zheng Qing still felt reluctant, probing as he asked: "I mean, I heard some healing magic potions only heal superficial wounds, but patients still need some time to recuperate..."

"You don’t need that." The horse-faced therapist waved his hand grandly: "Your injuries weren’t healed by potions, it’s your own regeneration ability... You’re as robust as a little wild dragon now, a pureblooded werewolf doesn’t even have your level of recovery... have you undergone some sort of body modification?"

As he spoke, he handed Zheng Qing the discharge summary, while suggestively proposing: "...Want to join the school infirmary’s research projects? The pay is quite generous!"

Zheng Qing chuckled dryly, accepting the discharge paper, tactfully declining the therapist’s suggestion.