Mo Lan was in terrible shape.
She sat on the chair on the teaching platform, her head resting against the desk and both hands covering her hair. A crimson wound showed between her fingers.
Of all those who had survived the trip to the cafeteria, she had suffered the worst injuries and paid the highest price.
Although the terrifying killing method of the Headless Ghost horde had failed, it had still inflicted considerable damage.
Now, Mo Lan constantly endured excruciating pain at the crown of her head and the tearing of her facial skin. If the gauze on her face were removed, a horrifying wound could be seen stretching from the top of her head to the tip of her nose.
Without prompt treatment, an injury like this would sooner or later threaten her life.
As time passed, Mo Lan's mind grew increasingly muddled. A splitting headache was no longer just a figure of speech, but the agony she experienced every moment.
"Teacher Mo Lan, can we still have class?"
At some point, Qiu Taoyu had approached the teaching platform. She leaned toward Mo Lan, examined her injuries closely, and asked.
Mo Lan looked at her sidelong, her gaze somewhat vacant. Only after a long while did she speak in a pained voice:
"This afternoon... study on your own for an hour."
Qiu Taoyu eyed her apprehensively before finally turning away, her mind full of worries.
Generally speaking, injuries on missions were nothing unusual, and treating them was one of the staff members' most basic skills.
But that treatment went little beyond stopping bleeding and applying bandages. Mostly, it delayed the injured person's death in the hope that they could return to the hotel to be healed once the mission ended.
Now, however, a single glance at Mo Lan's injuries