Giving Up on Treatment

In the reception room, Richard had been gone for quite a while before Bobobo Wei Qi finally came to his senses. He shouted in the direction Richard had left, "Hey, this isn't an illness, all right? At most, it's... an injury. Yes, an injury!"

As he spoke, there was a "thud." Bobobo Wei Qi's body swayed, and he nearly collapsed onto the floor.

Bending slightly at the waist, Bobobo Wei Qi struggled to roll his eyes upward. He saw that his grass-green hair had grown straight up more than five meters, pressing his hat against the ceiling as it continued trying to burrow through it.

"Jessica!"

Bobobo Wei Qi cried out.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A burst of footsteps sounded, and a girl of sixteen or seventeen ran in. Her eyes were large and bright, with a few freckles on her face. Having run too quickly, the twin tails tied behind her head bounced up and down. She was Bobobo Wei Qi's apprentice.

"What is it, Teacher?" The female apprentice named Jessica ran in, glanced at Bobobo Wei Qi, and asked with concern.

By now, with his hair continuing to grow, Bobobo Wei Qi had no choice but to sit on the floor. Wearing an expression of someone who had given up on treatment, he pointed overhead and sighed at Jessica. "Help me cut my hair."

"But..." Jessica looked puzzled. "But Teacher, can't you cut it yourself with magic?"

"I've already cut it with magic hundreds of times. I'm tired—mentally tired. I don't want to cut it anymore." Bobobo Wei Qi exhaled.

"Fine." Jessica answered, quickly turned, and left. When she returned, she had a pair of metal scissors in hand and immediately went after the hair above Bobobo Wei Qi's head.

"Snip, snip, snip!"

With several crisp, efficient cuts, the