In the end, after prolonged negotiation, Xinyuan and Jun Anyi reached an agreement. Xinyuan removed his bath towel, covering his lower body with a blanket and exposing his upper body to Jun Anyi to show her the injuries.
As soon as the towel was removed, Jun Anyi's head instinctively tilted back slightly. The numerous bloodstains crisscrossing Xinyuan's torso were clearly the result of the blood energy of the divine servants. Although the wounds were superficial and hadn't reached the muscles or bones, they still looked quite alarming.
"Hmm... Wait a minute, I remember my injuries weren't this severe. Why do they look so troublesome now?" Xinyuan said, half-reclining on the bed, surprised by the extent of his injuries.
"It's normal. The blood energy of the divine servants has corrosive effects. Although you might not see it at first, your wounds are being continuously corroded. If I hadn't come tonight, you'd probably have woken up in severe pain," Jun Anyi said, maintaining her composure.
The only sign of her agitation was a slight flush on her cheeks. She realized that this was the first time she was alone in a room with a young man, especially one who was half-naked and lying on the bed. The dim yellow light only added to the ambiguous atmosphere, causing her mind to go blank for a few seconds.
"Cough... I'll start now," Jun Anyi said, trying to dispel her awkwardness. She placed her fingers gently on the wounds.
The healing energy from her fingertips began to neutralize the residual blood energy within the wounds. As her fingers moved gently, Xinyuan felt a strange mix of pain, itching, and then a tingling sensation of relief.
Xinyuan struggled to differentiate whether the sensation was due to the treatment or the fact that a beautiful woman was touching him. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan, then quickly shut up, trying to stifle his reaction.
Jun Anyi's hand trembled at the sound, and she nearly lost control of her ability. An awkward silence hung between them, almost palpable.
Eventually, Jun Anyi broke the silence, "If you need to, it's okay to express your feelings. It's normal since it's your first time."
Xinyuan awkwardly changed the topic, "Uh... What exactly are the divine servants? And what's with their blood energy? Is it a special ability? Why does it seem like everyone has it?"
Jun Anyi shook her head, "You'll learn more about it soon. The supernatural organizations have many secrets that aren't open to the public, including the nature of divine servants and evil gods. Usually, such incidents are covered up with excuses like terrorist attacks."
"As for blood energy, it's hard to explain. It's not exactly a superpower. You haven't undergone training yet, but once you officially join the academy, you'll be able to heal yourself."
"Generally, only officially recognized superhumans who participate in combat know these details. I didn't expect you to encounter this so soon."
As Jun Anyi continued to treat Xinyuan's wounds, the room remained quiet. If the people who secretly admired Jun Anyi knew she was gently treating Xinyuan's wounds in this manner, their jaws might drop in shock. After all, this new batch of academy students had no idea that Jun Anyi was the eighth War God of the War God Hall, and the youngest among them.
"To be treated so gently by the youngest female War God while on the bedside, many would give anything for that."
Suddenly, Jun Anyi asked, "Why did you act so impulsively? Why did you go alone without notifying me or anyone else?"
Xinyuan sighed and said, "I didn't have your contact information. It was so late today. Actually, the only contact I have in my phone is one person."
Jun Anyi stopped her hand, surprised, and asked, "The only contact you have is one person? How is that possible? Don't you have..."
"Oh right, you mentioned you're an orphan."
Xinyuan was speechless. Jun Anyi's comment revealed her lack of tact.
"That's quite an exaggeration," Jun Anyi mumbled to herself, her eyes sparkling with a peculiar light. She realized that the only contact in Xinyuan's phone was herself. This meant that the man she was interested in online had only communicated with her during this time.
Is he so lonely?
Jun Anyi, who already felt quite lonely herself, found it hard to imagine what it was like to have only one contact in one's phone.
Does this mean he actually values me, or maybe the "Yogurt Stick"?
Lost in her thoughts, she remained motionless like a statue.
Xinyuan's voice brought her back to reality, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Jun Anyi said, flustered.
"Maybe I should add your contact information as well. Your position is probably not low. If something happens next time, I'll report it to you first," Xinyuan suggested.
Jun Anyi was taken aback. How to explain that he already had her contact information? Her mind raced, and she finally came up with an excuse, saying that she hadn't brought her phone today and couldn't add him for now.
After another half hour of treating Xinyuan's wounds, Jun Anyi concluded, "Why did you instinctively deny your actions? You have no idea how significant your actions were. When the time comes for rewards and honors, you'll receive all that you deserve. You'll become a hero admired by everyone."
Lying on the bed, Xinyuan, feeling drowsy, spoke his honest thoughts. "Rewards? If there are any, just give me more money. I did something big, so I deserve it."
"As for honors or being a hero, I'm not interested. Being labeled a good person brings a lot of moral constraints and additional responsibilities. I'd rather have something tangible like money. That's better... that's better..."