Seeing Xin Lin tensing her small face, staring at him unfriendly, Mu Chen came back to his senses.
"Don't mind me, I wasn't coming to pick a fight, I'm here to seek your help to save lives."
Xin Lin glanced at him.
"Don't stare at me; it's not about me, it's about people from the Academy. Did you forget? I told you before, there's been a major problem with this Academy assignment. Two supervisors suffered severe injuries, and some old students from both the Spirit Institute and Martial Arts Academy have been unconscious and have already been taken to the School Clinic. Master Mo said, without your help, she can't carry out the treatment."
There wasn't a hint of jest on Mu Chen's face.
Xin Lin observed his expression, which didn't seem like he was joking.
She packed up her needle kit, thought for a moment, then also put on the Tuling hairpin before she quickly followed Mu Chen.
It was just beginning to dawn, and the School Clinic was already filled with people.
