As dusk fell, Master Mo was sleeping soundly.
Then, a series of loud knocks on the door woke her up.
"Didn't I say that even if Heaven and Earth collide, don't wake me up? Who the hell is it, ruining my beautiful dream?"
Master Mo, with a long face, opened the door of the Medical Hall and saw that the same male student from the morning was leaning weakly against the door.
The male student glared at Master Mo; he shouldn't have believed the rumors. How could this dump of a School Clinic ever cure anyone? He had a mission tomorrow, and here this kid went, vomiting non-stop, weak in every limb. He'd truly been screwed over this time.
"What did I eat that's making me throw up everything? Bloody hell, you old witch, what did you give me? I'm throwing up so much I feel like my gallbladder's about to come out, and now my stomach hurts like hell."
The male student glared at Master Mo, wishing he could rush forward and fight it out with her.
"Kid, how did you end up in such a state?"
