Chapter 171: Opening the second arcane gate (1/2)

Chapter 171: Opening the second arcane gate

“You finally woke up,” the woman shouted, facing him. She immediately came to Ayrin’s bedside.

Ayrin was certain now he’d never seen her before, but the worry and the joy on her face instantly gave Ayrin a feeling of intimacy.

Only now did Ayrin clearly realize he was wrapped in thick white bandages, looking like a big radish.

“Where am I? What, how long did I sleep?” Ayrin said, a little embarrassed, still half conscious.

“This is the infirmary in the Office of Special Affairs. You were unconscious for three days,” the female medical master answered. Then she introduced herself. “I’m called Cana, a medical master of the infirmary, also a graduate of the medical department in our Holy Dawn Academy. I was Ciaran’s classmate.”

“So you’re a medical master coming from our Holy Dawn Academy.” Ayrin became excited all of a sudden. Then he immediately thought of something and asked, his tone urgent, “Teacher Cana, how’s Ferguillo?”

“He woke up before you did, he’ll be fine.”

A dry cough came from the sickroom’s door just then.

A middle-aged uncle with disheveled hair came in, seemingly still asleep, two big black bags under his eyes. He was even holding a meat pie and eating it.

“Teacher Songat! This is a sickroom, you’re coming in again while eating!” Cana looked about to pass out from anger as soon as she turned around and saw this uncle.

“Ohoho…”

This sloppy uncle who didn’t seem to care for his outer appearance let out two strange laughs, not looking embarrassed at all. “Don’t worry beautiful Cana. Didn’t I say this guy would be fine? He won’t die even if we randomly tossed him outside. Bah, eating something is nothing.”

“How is it? Young man, does it hurt?”

This panda-eyed sloppy uncle stuffed the rest of the meat pie inside his mouth and chewed vigorously while he directly walked beside Ayrin and firmly squeezing his leg.

“Ah! It hurts!”

A miserable shout suddenly came from Ayrin.

“Teacher Songat, what are you doing!” Cana immediately jumped. She almost seemed like she was about to fight with him to the death.

“Relax, nerve reaction and the sense of pain are all normal, that’s a good sign. It means this body is his own again.”

After saying some very casual words, this sloppy uncle called Songat immediately looked at Cana and said with a suddenly grave face, “Beautiful Cana, with wounds as severe as his, the most important aren’t injuries to the flesh and bones, but injuries to the nervous system. If the nervous system controlling the body is broken and can’t recover, then he’d be a living dead even if his flesh and bones totally recover. He’d still slowly wither here, with nothing to do but wait in bed for time to come eh.”

Cana’s expression eased up when she heard him.

But the next second, her face filled again with black lines.

Because, as if Songat were treating Ayrin’s bandages like hand towels, he rubbed his hands on Ayrin’s bandages, his greasy hands still covered in sauce that had been holding the meat pie moments ago.

If not for this guy being the number one medical master in the Office of Special Affairs, she’d have immediately blasted this guy with an arcane skill already.

“You can do whatever you want in the next few days, just don’t leave this sickroom and receive our treatment on schedule,” Songat very casually said, looking as if he didn’t even notice Cana’s eyes filled with murder. He didn’t seem to treat Ayrin like a patient rescued from the brink of death either.

“With the injuries he suffered from, shouldn’t he lie obediently in bed and convalesce without moving in his situation?” Cana was already starting to wonder whether Songat specialized in saving people or in harming them.

“Beautiful Cana, that’s what you’re missing eh. Someone ordinary should of course lie down and rest, but it’s fine for freaks like him and Ferguillo to move around. Anyway, even in case they’re shaky on their feet and take a fall and break some bones or whatever, they’ll very quickly heal themselves back to shape anyway,” Songat said. Then he immediately patted his head. “Oh wait, what am I saying, an ordinary person would have been dead already, they wouldn’t need to convalesce either.”

“What you mean is, their regenerative abilities are enough?” Cana said, black lines filling her face.

“That’s right eh. They still have to depend on themselves for the most part.” Songat nodded, looking at her with a wide smile, saying, “Beautiful Cana, are you free this evening? How about we have dinner together, then go stargazing afterward?”

“I’m busy!”

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“I’m not free tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or the day after the day after tomorrow!”

“Then what about the day after the day after the day after tomorrow? Are you free”