Endless Silver Machine

When Tutor Tara and the doctor came out of Aika and Wei Xi's intensive care unit, Ling immediately stood up from the waiting seat.

"Teacher Tara, what are the results of the examination?"

"Classmate Aika's brain waves are normal, and there are no signs of being invaded by any mental magic. The reason cannot be found at the moment."

Instructor Tara took the examination report from the doctor and handed it into Ling's hands.

An Jie is still standing next to Ling, and Xia Luo is currently taking care of her in Lan Ming's ward.

Since neither Tutor Tara, who specializes in spiritual magic, nor the pharmacy department could find out the reason why the two were so asleep, Ling could no longer force them to do anything more.

In the battle three days ago, Ling, who fought alone with Sanders Del, the leader of the Iron Lion Knights, suffered the most severe physical injuries. His blood loss exceeded the compensation limit, and his leg was pierced by magic of rock and earth properties. There was also a slight infection in the wound.

Fortunately, there is a tutor in the Pharmacy Department of Shimozuki Academy who can use healing magic. Coupled with the potion configured with magic materials, Ling can now get up and move around freely, but she was told not to engage in strenuous exercise within a week.

"Although there is nothing abnormal about the test results, Principal Phyllis has a little clue."

"Really?"

"I have already heard about Wei Xi's identity from Principal Felice. Aika signed a contract with two magic costumes at the same time. This may be one of the reasons. However, the research on magic costumes is still unclear. It’s far from enough to explain this phenomenon, so it’s just a hypothesis.”

After Tutor Tara left, Anjie asked Ling.

"Miss Ling, do you need to rest for a while?"

In the past two days, Ling requested that her hospital bed be placed in the intensive care unit, and even though she had limited mobility, she took care of the two unconscious people throughout the day.

Xia Luo said that Lan Ming was left in his care and asked Anjie to help Ling, who had a heavy burden, so Anjie would always be by Ling's side.

At first, Anjie called Ling "Your Excellency Heinz", which was a natural habit developed in the political circle, but was soon corrected by Ling who didn't like this kind of address.

"I'm sorry, it's obviously our family's business, but I still have to trouble you..."

Ling's tone revealed exhaustion. Her long golden hair, which she was proud of, lay casually on her back, and its luster was much duller than usual.

While waiting for the test results of the two of them, Ling's head kept feeling dizzy.

Although I can still hold on mentally, my body can no longer bear it without permission.

"Don't mind. This is Anjie's responsibility here. Anjie wants to do her best to help everyone."

"Thank you. Then I'll go to sleep for two hours. Please wake me up after two hours to change my shift..."

"I see."

Anjie would not kindly let her sleep for more than two hours just to take care of Ling, otherwise it would be a cruel trampling on her heart.

Perhaps others may see this as a sign of not being flexible, but Anjie, who has the same responsibility, can understand the stubbornness behind Ling's words.

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After Ling woke up from a two-hour nap, the sky outside the window had completely darkened.

After Anjie woke her up, she left the intensive care unit and went to Lan Ming and Xia Luo's wards.

Ling casually turned on the faucet in the bathroom and washed her face with the warm water that came out.

He raised his head and saw that his face was reflected in the mirror on the wall.

Her hair, which was stained with water when she washed her face, clung to her cheeks sluggishly. Her gloomy face was accompanied by a blank expression that she didn't think about anything.

Ling stared at this extremely familiar face for a long time, and then suddenly patted her cheek hard.

"Okay, wake up."

In fact, I have already woken up, but there is a key difference between "waking up" and "awake".

Ling casually picked up the wooden comb beside the sink, combed her once messy long golden hair, and then tied her long hair into a high ponytail with the purple-blue hair tie in her mouth.

She turned her body left and right in front of the mirror and nodded to herself with satisfaction.

Except for the white shirt he wore for patients, there was no trace of decadence from any angle.

Ling put down the wooden comb in his hand, turned around and left the bathroom.

In a pure white intensive care unit, Aika and Wei Xi lay sleeping on beds separated by curtains.

After dressing up a little carefully, now she can only admire herself. Ling did this just to change her mood.

Anjie had already organized her work in an orderly manner during her two hours of rest. All she had left to herself in such a late night was to wait patiently.

The date in the PDA has just entered a new day.

——A new day brings a new beginning.

Ling, who has been waiting for the fourth day, is still saying this to himself at this time.

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