The little mirror ghost finally used his own dissipation to repair the damage to the souls of Jobtran and Columbia, but he was unable to repair the psychological damage.
Columbia remained unconscious and lay on the cold ground.
A slight blush appeared on his sickly pale face, and it seemed that his complexion had recovered a lot, but his body was still curled up, and he instinctively used this posture to face the thorns that once pierced his body but now disappeared along with the mirror ghost.
Jobtran knew very well that this was post-traumatic stress disorder, which was not something he could treat.
What he could do now was to pick Columbia up from the ground and then carry his soul out of this mirror world full of sadness.
Joet Brown's injuries have recovered, but he still feels a little pain in the injured area.
He gritted his teeth, picked up Columbia, and then walked to the high-hanging mirror.
Merlin saw this and pulled the two out.
After the two returned to reality, they returned to their respective bodies.
Columbia was lying on the bed, a trace of relief appeared on his face, perhaps the joy of being rescued by chance.
Joe Butran, who was leaning against the poster, opened his eyes and slowly exhaled.
He was about to turn around and speak, but his body went limp, his eyes turned black, and he looked like he was about to collapse.
Merlin, who was prepared, waved his cane, and a pair of invisible big hands supported Jobutran, and then patted Jobutran's bed sheet.
The sheets floated in the air without any wind.
Merlin manipulated the invisible big hands and placed Jobtran and Columbia on the bed sheet that had become a temporary magic carpet. He then controlled the floating magic carpet to slowly float towards the health room.
Why use this method to transport two people
First, space spells consume a lot of energy. Even the great magician Merlin finds it difficult to use spells continuously.
Second, when the space spell is in operation, the person being cast must remain conscious; at this time, one of them is collapsed and the other is unconscious, which naturally does not meet the conditions for using the space spell.
If one insists on using space magic to transfer the two people there, although it saves time, there will be a risk of tearing the two people's souls apart. After all, the principle of space magic is to create a crack in space.
A bed sheet was floating slowly in the air. All the students who looked up along the way could see this funny sight.
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"Mr. School Doctor, please save the president!"
The anxious student union cadre member hastily pushed open the door of the health room with force. With a bang, it attracted the attention of Jack, the school doctor who was bored inside.
Jack was lying on the hospital bed holding a photo album of beautiful girls on campus. When he heard the loud noise, he naturally frowned immediately.
"What's the matter? Make a fuss.
Can't you see I'm busy?"
While cursing, Jack cleaned up the crumpled paper towels on the bed that smelled a bit of seafood.
“Um, I’m sorry, our president is injured.
Please ask the school doctor to treat him.
Besides, Mr. School Doctor, you are not wearing pants."
The student union cadres bowed and kindly reminded Jack of his ugly behavior.
"Tsk, tsk, trouble."
Jack pulled up his belt and patted the bed where he was lying.
"Let him come."
The student union cadres responded and immediately carried Arthur, who was pretending to be unconscious, to the bed.
Arthur actually saw all of this and was disgusted with the school doctor's behavior in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
When he lay on the hospital bed, the slightly wet sheets stuck to his back, making him feel even more contemptuous from the bottom of his heart.
He pretended that he was injured when being moved, so he opened his eyes, groaned, and turned sideways to avoid the unknown disgusting liquid on the bed sheet.
Seeing this, school doctor Jack narrowed his eyes and laughed.
"Hey, he's still alive. He can be saved."
He said this, but did not take any action for the time being.
The student union cadres felt a little strange. The school doctor said that Arthur could be saved, but he just touched the wound on his body with his hand.
"Um, Mr. School Doctor, do you need my help?"
The young cadre asked anxiously.
"No, no, no, you'd better go out now and close the door.
The following treatment scenes are confidential, please forgive me."
School doctor Jack turned around and said something to the cadre with a grin, and at the same time, he inserted his fingers forcefully into the wound on Arthur's chest. Immediately, the wound, which was not very deep to begin with, split open, and more blood flowed out.
The young cadre remembered the rumors about the school doctor, and immediately put on a stern face, bowed respectfully to the school doctor Jack, then ran out in shame and closed the door.
When the door was completely closed and the footsteps of the young cadres gradually faded away, Jack patted Arthur's face with his hand stained with Arthur's blood.
"Stop pretending to be dead. Get up and bandage yourself, don't waste my time."
After Jack said that, he walked to the drawer beside the desk, pulled out a roll of bandage, and threw it on Arthur without a care.
Arthur gritted his teeth, climbed up nimbly and caught the bandage thrown by Jack.
"How do you know that?"
Jack sat on his desk chair with his legs crossed, his feet dangling back and forth. He was also concentrating on looking at the photo album of school beauties that he had put down earlier.
He didn't answer. Silence was the best answer.
At this time, the only sound in the infirmary was the rustling sound of Arthur bandaging the wound.
Jack seemed to be looking down at the photo of the beauty in his hand seriously, but Arthur knew that the man in front of him was not as simple as he looked.
Arthur's eyes never left Jack after he sat down.
It wasn't because of Jack's appearance that attracted Arthur, but because Jack exuded a strong murderous aura.
The murderous aura filled the entire health room, and Arthur even felt as if he were being pricked by needles on all his exposed skin.
Arthur was extremely careful with every move he made while bandaging himself, not because he was worried about treating the wound improperly, but because he was worried that he would be killed by the seemingly leisurely man in front of him.
Time ticked by, and when the bell in the infirmary rang, Jack casually took out a cigarette from the chest pocket of his coat and started smoking it.
He glanced at the door of the health room with some impatience.
Seeing this, Arthur decisively tore off the half-wrap bandage, tore off the part he needed, and jumped off the bed.
Arthur was about to walk towards the door, but he heard Jack cough lightly.
"Give me money."
Arthur paused, carefully took out his ID card and placed it in front of Jack.
Jack took out his ID card and touched it lightly with Arthur's ID card, and the transfer of credits was completed.
When Arthur saw that there was only a three-digit balance left on his card, he was shocked, but he did not get angry. He just looked at Jack with deep eyes.
"Thank you for the treatment, Mr. School Doctor."
“Well, you’re welcome.
I will keep a record of your injuries, understand?"
Jack waved his hand and pulled out a blank medical record card.
Arthur gritted his teeth and opened the door.
"Hey, you got any credits left in your card?"
Upon hearing this, the young cadre who was waiting at the end of the corridor immediately ran towards Arthur and respectfully handed over his ID card.
"President, I still have less than 2,000 credits in my card."
"Lend it to me."
After a simple transaction, Arthur transferred all his credits to Jack.
Jack then forced out a sincere smile.
"Thank you for your patronage."
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Not long after Arthur left, Jack came back with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling with his eyes narrowed.
“People nowadays are just greedy.”
If Arthur heard this, he would probably be furious.
Jack emptied out all his credits in one go, but Arthur paid the credits well.
When Jack poked his index finger into the wound, Arthur already knew that the man in front of him saw through his wound and that it was just a disguise.
His forceful finger was a reminder to himself, "Hey, boy, this is the only way the wound counts."
As Jack turned his back to the small cadre, he checked his hands.
Jack immediately concluded that Arthur's dominant hand was his right hand, and all the injuries on his body were caused by cutting himself with his right hand.
Since you are hurting yourself, you won't be too cruel. It's enough if you just look miserable enough.
These injuries might fool the student union cadres, but they were nothing more than a show of skill in front of Jack, a senior surgeon and former murderer.
Just when Arthur pretended to wake up, Jack had already seen the clues and saw through Arthur's trick.
What follows is purely psychological warfare.
Jack didn't say it directly, but just gave Arthur a symbolic blackmail, using credits to teach Arthur a lesson for his arrogance.
He suddenly stood up, walked to the bed where Arthur had been lying, squatted down and observed the blood-stained sheets.
"Two kinds of blood, huh, young man."
Jack sneered, and based on what he had seen before, he had already guessed the whole story.
"Alas, this money earned is still a loss."
"What did you lose?"
Merlin manipulated his invisible hands to open the door of the infirmary and sent both of them into the infirmary at the same time.
"Hmm? You booked two beds just for these two children? They look familiar?"
Jack looked back and saw Merlin and greeted him warmly.
"Well, it was a beast who did this evil thing, and these two children were implicated.
Mirror Ghost, you know what I mean? Haha, it's good that they can come back alive now.
Please help me check it carefully."
Merlin gave them some instructions, then left the two of them in the health room with confidence, and he left in a flash.
If someone could catch up with Merlin's flying speed, they would definitely hear something shocking:
“I’m so hungry.
Barbeque, barbecue, hot pot, cheese, steak, I eat them all. ”
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Fainting seemed to have become a part of Jobtran's daily life. He would faint and fall down at any time.
When he woke up and saw the ceiling of the health room, he even felt for a moment that he spent more time in the health room than in the dormitory. After all, he had to lie in bed for several days every time he fainted.
Apart from the ceiling, there was a faint smell of tobacco on Jack.
"It smells nice. Next time I'll ask what brand it is."
Joe Butron thought so, but suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.
Just as Joe Butran was about to turn around and get up, Jack's voice rang in his ears.
"If you want to be paralyzed in the future, move as hard as you can."
Upon hearing the sound, Jobtran immediately stopped what he was doing and lay down obediently.
"There is a problem with the harmony between your soul and body. Theoretically, this is not something a surgeon like me can help you with."
Jack took off the rubber white gloves he had used to test the two men, and patted Joe Butran's chest.
“Your body can be thought of as a cup.
And the strength of the soul is water.
The amount of water that the cup can hold is limited, and your soul strength is much stronger now than when you came here before.
If it were water, it would overflow from the cup, but it is impossible for a part of your soul to escape from your body.
So, your body is adapting to your current soul strength, understand?"
Joet Brown blinked to show that he understood what Jack said.
“It’s still unknown how long it will take for your body to fully adapt to your mutated soul strength, but I conservatively estimate that you’ll have to stay here for two days.
During this time, I will help you connect to saline solution to supplement the necessary nutrition, but you should avoid eating or having large bowel movements if possible."
Hearing that he was safe, Jobtran felt relieved.
He glanced at Columbia standing beside him, then looked at Jack.
"Oh, his condition is a little worse, but it's nothing serious.
To be honest, I wonder why the old man doesn't assign me a good-looking nurse who is proficient in mysterious knowledge? "
Jack explained, complaining.
Jobtran rolled his eyes, then closed his eyes and allowed Jack to draw blood and tissue from him for further examination.
Although his eyes were closed, the thoughts in his mind did not stop.
One by one, revenge plans against Arthur emerged in his mind, but they all seemed to lack a trigger.
That introduction was the reason to overturn Arthur's great and glorious image in front of everyone.
Jobtran had no idea that the blood-stained bed sheet on the hospital bed less than two meters away from him was the best evidence.
The two days of rest will soon be over.
The feeling of emptiness in his stomach brought about a rumbling sensation in his body. After learning that he could get out of bed, Jobtran prepared to go to the cafeteria for a big meal first.
Just as he was about to leave the infirmary, he saw a report that Jack had thrown on the table, either intentionally or casually.
Seeing this, Jack raised the corners of his mouth, walked outside and started smoking.
Jobtran began to study the medical record card belonging to Arthur Pendragon.