"Have you heard? The principal was attacked by a group of thugs last night!"

"Huh? I heard it was because the principal's walking style was too cocky and got beaten up!"

"The Disaster Department has already started a crowdfunding campaign, saying they want to comfort the principal well. How much are you planning to donate? I plan to donate a 'well beaten' banner, anonymously."

"Count me in, add a line: 'Hahaha, never thought you'd have a day like this.'

"Do you guys really believe anonymity works? If the principal gets mad, you'll be cleaning the toilets!"

"I'm not afraid. If the principal gets mad, he'll surely go after those who attacked him, not us small fry."

"Wishing for the principal to be beaten to death is pointless, better to hope he dies of old age... Speaking of which, did you know a group of thugs also invaded the academy and attacked the Platinum Tower at the same time? The acting principals, Professor Qin and Professor Yan, were severely injured and sent to the school Medical Bureau for emergency treatment!"

"Why attack the Platinum Tower? Are they confident enough to commit suicide before the principal returns?"

"Isn't there a story about Divine Weapon in the Platinum Tower? Maybe they're trying to seize the weapon."

"Divine Weapon is a myth, right? I'm from the countryside, don't try to trick me, city folks!"

"Otherwise, why would they attack the Platinum Tower? Trying to steal the principal's red underwear?"

"True, so what legendary artifact is hidden in the Platinum Tower? The Domination Helmet?"

"Speaking of Divine Weapon and you only think of the Domination Helmet... Young man, study well, and stop reading such unhealthy books."

"Wait, aren't you missing the point? Shouldn't the focus be on Professor Qin and Professor Yan staying at the Platinum Tower? Why were they staying alone together late at night in the tower?"

"Hmm, long nights with no sleep, wonder what the two teachers did to kill time?"

"I guess they played cards."

By the next day, even before classes began, students were already aware of the events that occurred last night, with many students being awakened by Cha Huan, witnessing the 'septuagenarian's cocky walk leading to a brutal beating' firsthand, naturally sparking rumors.

Despite the gossip, students at the Imperial Academy generally maintained order and attended classes diligently, except for some from the Nightmare Department—looking at the exploded teaching building, they laughed heartily, called a vacation spontaneously.

The battle scars and bodies on campus were collected by members of the Patrol and Punishment Department before dawn. It's become a common understanding that Liaoyuan handles the work, and Patrol cleans up.

After the second class in the morning, everyone but Qian Yuya, who showed little interest in learning, immediately left the teaching building and went to the school Medical Bureau.

They wanted to go in the morning, but the Medical Bureau was locked down, blocking entry and exit. Visits were allowed at noon by then those who could be saved were fine, and those who couldn't were packed in coffins.

While not knowing the specifics, Ming Shuiyun and others weren't very worried. Due to the mystical connection of the Holy Sword mark, she was at least sure Qin Le Yin was fine, which relieved concerns—as long as the person wasn't dead, even flattened like paper, the Medical Officer could magically restore them.

The Medical Bureau is located north of the Tianhui teaching building, presenting a traditional three-story pavilion. As soon as they stepped inside, the female Medical Officer at the first floor reception said, "First room on the left on the third floor."

They closed their mouths bravely, ready for questions.

As they ascended the stairs to the second floor, hearing voices from the third floor, understanding why the Medical Officer knew—looks like they weren't the only ones visiting.

"Professor Yan, my father is a close friend of the Chief Medical Officer. How about I invite him to diagnose you?"

"Professor Yan, take as many days off as needed, I'll handle your classes."

"Sister Yi, wanna eat some fruit?"

Upon entering the ward, Ming Shuiyun discovered three beds, the best one near the window surrounded by people, whereas the other two held a red-haired youth and short-legged child, both munching on sunflower seeds enjoying the show.

"Oh, you guys are here." Le Yu casually waved, patting the bed: "No chairs here, sit anywhere you like, or sit near the little Raccoon Slave over there. His butt is so small yet takes up a big bed, it's wasting space. If he dares resist, just hit him—he's still poisoned, with no strength, you can bully him as you please."

Xianchen Chencheng peacefully cracked sunflower seeds in slightly smaller gray hospital attire, but the clothes were still much larger than his frame, as if a kid wearing adult clothes, comical, even a bit cute. However, as the Raccoon Slave casually glanced at Li Ying and others, they were instantly too frightened to move.

Accustomed to being in power, killing countless, despite Xianchen Chencheng's harmless appearance, his spiritual power soaked his brutal intent, giving off a 'charming' air, or more crudely, 'like squeezing juice from something dirty.' If normal spiritual power were a glass of clear water, his would be blood in a skull. Raccoon Slave's exposed power left few daring to face him directly.

Raccoon Slave's state resembled ancient 'magic martial artists'—slaughter enough people, erase humanity, extinguish conscience, such spiritual power caused hallucinations to enemies, pulling them into a world of murder, even killing with a glare or shout.

But these crude 'magic martial artists' disappeared quickly—their techniques absorbed and refined by righteous martial artists. The Eighteen Combat Techniques include spiritual cultivation, essentially distilling combat experiences and killing into 'aura' that both intimidates foes and enhances charisma, such as Liaoyuan's 'General's Aura' or Sword Technique's 'Swordsman's Aura.'

Intimidating is good, but wouldn't it be better if others feared and respected you? Unless naturally antisocial, no one wants to live in a world where everyone fears them.

Xianchen Chencheng could certainly refine his spirit, but chooses to maintain such a vulgar aura, perhaps for job requirements or still stuck in the age enjoying villain roles.

Originally having much to say, Li Ying, Kui Nianruo and others shrank behind others under the Raccoon Slave's gaze, Le Yu sighed—they're all single-page family registry folk, yet afraid of this brat.

Le Yu chuckled, "Raccoon Slave, no one visits you, maybe you should review your past deeds?"

"I purposefully avoid visitors, hence treatment here." Xianchen Chencheng coldly said, "If my colleagues visit, I'm afraid you might accidentally die from stray shooting."

"You flames unify truly comrades in arms, loving and united."

"Once healed, anyone I see will be united and loving. Unless Qian Le Yin dares chat and play cards with other sheaths now? Want others to treat you kindly, ensure being in top condition."

Last night's Platinum Tower battle sent most injured to Yanjing Medical Bureau, only them remaining at school for treatment. Le Yu's injuries were minor despite being critical, muscle tears and fractured ribs, manageable on-campus treatment.

Xianchen Chencheng's injuries weren't severe, only aggravated by Jialingen and 'antidote,' poisoned heavily. Le Yu just toxic hand, though possessing Ice Blood Physique, hypodermic blood removal helped detoxify, barely affected—Raccoon Slave's tiny body, poison at shoulder critical, swiftly needed Medical Officer to gradually purify blood.

Most severe was Yan Yi, organ failure muscles torn spine damaged, couldn't persist to external transport, several Medical Officers operated overnight to restore Yan Yi, lying a morning regained spirit, underscoring Le Yu's world medical marvel—yet pondering how many years life was sacrificed for such rapid recovery.

"By the way, how's Yueyang doing?" Le Yu suddenly recalled.

Qin Yueshi replied, "Second Brother went home after dawn. He didn't seem to be injured much, had breakfast and went to the Statistical Department."

Truly, it's you, the diligent worker! So resilient! You can even go to work!

In fact, Le Yuxin felt a bit worried. After all, Qin Yueyang was dealing with the Curse Hunters, which sounded intimidating just by the name. But to think his tool-like brother made it through unscathed—guess the Curse Hunters weren't so tough.

Lin Xue asked, "Teacher, were you seriously injured because you encountered a very strong enemy?"

"Of course they were strong. If they weren't, wouldn't that imply I'm very weak for getting beaten like this?"

Qian Yuya said, "Brother Hongle, before you do such dangerous things next time, you should consult with us first. At least explain everything clearly. It's a relief you're okay this time. But if something grave happened to you, what would we do?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Le Yuxin's face darkened—how could he not tell that Qian Yuya wasn't truly concerned about him? She was just worried that if he died, she'd lose all contact with the secret organization 'Le Yu,' hinting for him to quickly hand over the position of Bureau No. 4 and then go die.

"Time to eat."

An auntie pushed a food cart into the ward; the Medical Bureau had even prepared medicinal meals to provide needed nutrition for patients—every treatment depletes some Primordial Energy, and eating some restorative foods in time could help recuperate a bit. Otherwise, eating them later wouldn't be effective.

Ming Shuiyun hurriedly took the food, brought it to Le Yuxin's bedside, and said firmly, "Let me feed you."

"I can eat normally..."

"No, let me take care of you!" Ming Shuiyun said, "Clearly, you ended up in this situation because of me, yet I couldn't do anything. At least let me do something to make up for it..."

"Really? Then do you want to help me with the bathroom?"

"Ah?" Ming Shuiyun was taken aback and stuttered, "I, I am willing, but I don't know how to—"

While she was in a daze, Le Yuxin quickly grabbed the meal box and wolfed it down, then used Ming Shuiyun's sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Thanks for the meal."

Ming Shuiyun looked at the now-empty meal box, then at her greasy sleeve, and asked faintly, "Do you still need help with the bathroom?"

"If necessary, I can help," Qian Yuya suddenly said, "When my brother was in the Medical Bureau, I used to take care of him."

You're lying!

I'm not!

While they were chatting, Xian Chanchen sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the meal box on his thighs, picked up a spoon, scooped some rice, struggled to bring it to his mouth, but his arm went limp and fell.

After a few tries, someone timidly asked, "Need help?"

Raccoon Slave raised his head to find braided Kui Nianruo talking to him and immediately glared fiercely. "What, do I look that interesting?"

"Yes, no, I mean you're quite cute, not mocking you for even struggling to eat..." Kui Nianruo quickly shook his head.

"Cute?" Xian Chanchen sneered, glanced at Qin Leyin and Ming Shuiyun beside him, and then glared darkly at Kui Nianruo before continuing to eat with his head down.

Kui Nianruo couldn't stand it, "Really don't need help? You're having a tough time eating..."

"Mind your own business, woman," Raccoon Slave said coldly, "I can squash a few of someone like you easily in normal times. You're in no position to 'help me.' Only the weak need others' help. Even if I starve to death here today, I won't degrade myself to need someone else to feed me!"

"Good afternoon, Inspector!"

Suddenly, a female officer with a cat in her arms appeared at the door. She politely greeted Qian Yuya and the others, then sat by Xian Chanchen's bed, stuffed a fat ginger cat into his arms, picked up the meal box and spoon, and said, "Come on, Inspector, open your mouth."

"Zhaoyebai, what are you doing? I order you—mmm!"

The not-yet-fully-recovered Raccoon Slave could hardly resist, especially with the fat ginger cat pressing on him. He could only watch helplessly as Zhaoyebai fed him bite after bite, even drooling in humiliation because Zhaoyebai was feeding too fast.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded. Le Yuxin twitched the corner of his mouth, thankful he escaped the "feeding play."

Meanwhile, the feeding frenzy reached its climax—men and women surrounding Yan Yi were jostling for this rare opportunity, almost fighting.

Le Yuxin couldn't help but keep munching on sunflower seeds—he had been watching the show for almost an hour. Despite hearing about Yan Yi's popularity, he didn't expect it to be to such an extent that even entering the Medical Bureau saw him surrounded and doted on, with flower baskets piling up without space.

Back in the previous life, Yan Yi would be the kind of person whose casual social media post garners hundreds of likes and comments—a super popular king.

Don't blame Le Yuxin; to him, getting hundreds of likes and comments on social media was impressive. After all, as someone who couldn't even gather likes for a favor, that's the limit of his perspective.

"Alright, please don't argue because of me, let me designate someone," the sickly beauty Yan Yi finally spoke softly, and the surroundings instantly quieted down.

"Listen to Teacher Yan."

"Little Yan, whatever you say goes, I have no objection."

"Yi Jie, you must choose me!"

Look at this scene; even a king picking consorts couldn't compare. Le Yuxin clicked his tongue twice, signaling everyone to sit down and watch the show peacefully, learning the way of Yan Yi to nurture admirers.

Yan Yi took a deep breath, raised his voice, and said:

"Teacher Qin, are you there?"

The entire ward fell silent immediately, even Xian Chanchen, feeling shamed by Zhaoyebai's feeding, couldn't help but glance over.

Le Yuxin immediately turned dark-faced.

Nope, CNM.

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