"Ladies and gentlemen."
A voice abruptly rose in the hospital ward, interrupting the lively atmosphere in front of the two hospital beds.
Zheng Qing propped himself up and followed the gazes of the crowd to see a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward.
It was Professor Yao of the Spell class.
Or rather, the revered Dean of Jiuyou Academy.
He held a pipe in one hand, while his other arm cradled a few books. His face was full of jovial laughter.
Seemingly aware of their puzzled eyes, Professor Yao lifted his wrist, feigning to check his watch, then raised his head and chuckled:
"It's almost ten o'clock in the evening... You can choose to be locked out by Grandpa Niwu, or you can go downstairs now to Mrs. Bella and get a visitor's application form and a sleeping bag for tonight…"
Is it that late already?
Zheng Qing turned his head in surprise to look out of the window.
