There was originally a Potions class on Thursday morning.
But Zheng Qing, as a 'sick patient', does not need to care about this matter at all.
Today he does not need to recite complicated and unspeakable pharmaceutical formulas before class, nor does he need to wear deerskin gloves to clean the aconite ants attached to the aconite head, nor does he need to stay in a building where there is a risk of a laboratory explosion at any time.
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This made him feel particularly happy when he woke up in the morning.
So much so that the light breakfast prepared by the hospital for the patients became particularly sweet in his mouth.
Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, an egg, two slices of soft bread, and a small plate of appetizers.
The golden corn grains are round and oozing with thick rice oil after being simmered over a slow fire. When stirred with a white porcelain spoon in the bowl, you can clearly feel the rice grains sliding through the bottom of your hand and trembling; take a bite in your mouth, and it will be rich in flavor.
The rich aroma spreads on the tip of the tongue, giving people a very fulfilling sense of satisfaction.
It's just that Zheng Qing is not in much mood to appreciate the sweetness on his tongue.
Professor Yao has arranged for a teaching assistant to help him go through the discharge procedures. After breakfast, he needs to go to Professor Yao's office immediately for a private consultation.
Yes, a private consultation.
When he first heard the news, Zheng Qing felt a little ridiculous.
"Why not treat him in the school hospital?" He looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously, his eyes lingering on the assistant teacher's gray hair and broad forehead for a moment, and asked in a curious tone: "I remember the great therapists in the school
They're all in the school hospital... Is Professor Yao also proficient in these?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced around the ward where he was.
Early in the morning is the time for patients to change dressings and receive treatment. The bright light passes through the glass windows, making the entire ward appear much more lively.
Most of the curtains were rolled up at this time, allowing the patients to enjoy this wonderful time.
On the hospital bed near the door, a patient with a head covered with octopus tentacles was floating in the air. Several therapists flipped through the magic books in their hands and used spells of different colors to clean the patient's newly grown octopuses last night.
foot.
Cutting, clearing, and healing, the therapists used a smooth rhythm to show Zheng Qing their professionalism.
"Your situation does not require the help of great therapists." Zhang Yu did not show any impatience because of Zheng Qing's suspicion, and his voice was still gentle: "Besides, even the great therapists do not need to take action."
He will do better than Professor Yao... Any senior professor in the school is proficient in some degree of healing."
Although he still had some doubts in his heart, Zheng Qing did not continue to express his opposition verbally.
After swallowing the last mouthful of millet porridge, he took off his hospital gown, put on a bright red student robe, and headed to the office building of the Academy Central Campus at the previously agreed address.
Lao Yao's office is located at the end of the north-facing corridor on the first floor.
The wooden door was very clean, and there were no statues of door gods hanging on other office doors, which made Zheng Qing's movements a little heavier when knocking on the door.
"Boom, boom, boom."
"Please come in."
Through the wooden door, Professor Yao's voice sounded a little dull.
Zheng Qing pushed the door open and walked in. The room was not filled with smoke and lifeless as he expected.
The layout of the house is very simple.
The bright red color of the whole body looks a bit dazzling in the bright sunlight, like a ball of burning flames.
A huge mahogany bookcase occupies an entire wall. Apart from this, there is only one red desk in the office that can be considered a large piece of furniture - the furnishings here are not even as large as the student offices or some student club residences that Zheng Qing has visited.
Rich.
"Sit down first, I will deal with this morning's report." Professor Yao sat behind a large desk, wearing a pair of gold-framed small round eyes, flipping through the information at hand without raising his head.
Zheng Qing didn't say a word. He quietly chose a red soft leather swivel chair opposite the desk and quietly sat down.
The professor did not keep Zheng Qing waiting for too long.
Soon, he put away the documents on the table, stuffed them into the drawer, and then took out another pile of information from his hand.
"Do you know what you are here for today?" The professor raised his eyelids, glanced over the top of his glasses, and glanced at Zheng Qing. Then he immediately lowered his eyelids and carefully opened the information at hand under the bright sunshine outside.
"Teacher Zhang said, you want to help me with my headache..." Zheng Qing moved his body awkwardly and replied in a low voice.
"Well, that's about it..." Professor Yao did not get too entangled in the details of Zheng Qing's words. He was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Before specific treatment, first talk to me about your hallucinations... You
What do you think?"
"Hallucination?" Zheng Qing hesitated: "Do you mean nightmare?"
"Sunshine, shadows, beaches, strange rocks, mermaids, sirens... everything in the dream is all illusion." Old Yao raised his eyelids, showing some interest in his eyes: "Since you call it a nightmare, then
You must think it’s harmful to you.”
Zheng Qing straightened up a little uneasily and did not answer the question.
"Nama." Old Yao focused his attention on the book under his hand again, with a smile on his lips, and continued to ask: "So, when did they appear?"
"Uh... a week ago?" Zheng Qing replied hesitantly: "After the first night patrol at Zhong Lake, I had a nightmare... But if I talk about headaches, the most recent obvious attack was on the special plane to school.
"
"The last time." Lao Yao repeated thoughtfully and asked, "When was the first time?"
"Six or seven years old? Maybe a little earlier." Zheng Qing was not sure of the specific time, but deep in his memory, the severe pain seemed to last throughout his childhood.
"When was the last attack?"
"Maybe I was eight or nine years old," Zheng Qing felt his face getting a little hot. It seemed that he couldn't give a clear answer to every question the professor asked.
"That's almost ten years." The smile on Professor Yao's face became more obvious: "It's been ten years."
He grabbed the pipe at hand and knocked it on the edge of the ashtray on the table.
Several blue elves flew out of nowhere and placed a water glass on the desk.
Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.
The liquid in the water glass produced attractive ripples, without a trace of color, and looked like a glass of plain water.
Professor Yao pulled out a blank piece of yellow talisman paper from the drawer, dipped his fingers in cinnabar, and quickly drew a talisman.
Then he lit the talisman and threw it into the water glass.
When the talisman paper comes into contact with water, it sinks until it sinks to the bottom of the water.
The light blue flame burned slowly under the water, evaporating a few strings of small milky white bubbles, looking like a colorful effervescent tablet.
"Nightmares are just a minor problem." Professor Yao spoke again, his voice seemed very gentle: "Maybe one of your friends made a little joke for you and cast a 'nightmare curse'... right in the palm of your hand, someone from the school hospital
You can see it in the blink of an eye.”
Zheng Qing raised his hand, feeling a little baffled.
"But," he couldn't suppress his inner curiosity: "How did I fall under this spell?"
"This Nightmare Curse is mixed with the Sweet Rain Curse... There are not many talisman masters in the wizarding world who can embed the Nightmare Curse into the Sweet Rain Curse."
Zheng Qing suddenly felt enlightened when he thought of the young master of the Taylor family.
"Drink it." Lao Yao pointed to the water glass on the desk.
The talisman in the cup had burned out, and the originally clear water had turned a bit gray.
Zheng Qing did not hesitate, took the cup and drank it in one gulp.
Unlike the dryness he expected, this cup of talisman water tasted sweet and delicious.
"What is this?" He only remembered this question after drinking.
The wrinkles on Professor Yao's face quickly unfolded, and he showed a satisfied smile. He didn't know whether he found Zheng Qing's question interesting, or he expressed appreciation for the attitude of the young public-funded student.
"Pull out the talisman of the Nightmare Curse."
"Can't the campus hospital handle it?" Zheng Qing became more and more confused: "My doctor Ma has already helped me suppress the nightmare curse."
"Nightmares cannot be suppressed, they can only be eliminated, and the most authoritative person in the entire First University for making this kind of talisman is sitting in front of you." With a change of tone, Professor Yao's expression became a little more solemn: "Your situation is more complicated...
…You are my student again, and the school hospital will not dare to take action without contacting your parents.”
"Should we contact our parents?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly became louder.
"Since I have already boiled the talisman water for you, there is no need for it."
"That's good, that's good." Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, his expression much more relaxed.
"Nightmares are just a minor problem." Professor Yao repeated again: "If you drink Talisman Water, there will be no problem."
Zheng Qing nodded gratefully.
"But your headache is a big trouble." The professor raised his head and said solemnly: "You have to be mentally prepared."
This chapter has been completed!