The drizzle started around four or five in the morning and continued throughout the entire day.
Zheng Qing leaned against his hospital bed, gazing at the mist-filled scene outside the window, half-listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the stone slabs, his eyes half-closed, his mind in a daze.
This atmosphere seemed to cloud his thinking - though perhaps, the medicine was also to blame.
He could hardly remember what day of the week it was.
Because of an encounter with a wild demon the night before, he and Lin Guo were rushed to the school's hospital by the professors before they could complete their patrol duties. The night-shift school doctors, treating the situation as a major emergency, put the two young wizards in an isolation room and, adhering strictly to the rigid doctrines, confiscated all their personal belongings.
This included Zheng Qing's grey cloth bag, Black Donkey's Hoof, Lin Guo's little backpack, and all of their clothing.
