The Injury of Professor Ren Shui

Song Shuhang figured the two boxes of medicinal herbs were probably filled with all sorts of strange things. At the very least, they would not be anything precious. So he joked, "Then I'll thank you in advance. Also, do you have an account on the High-Speed Rail Network?"

Yurouzi shook her head. Whether booking plane tickets or train tickets, she had never needed to do it herself. Her family had many servants and disciples working for Spirit Butterfly Island.

"Then give me your ID card. I'll use my account to book you a ticket later," Song Shuhang said.

"Okay!" Yurouzi obediently handed over her ID card, then asked, "Senior Song, can I take a look from the balcony?"

"Don't be so restrained. Make yourself at home," Song Shuhang said with a smile. What a lovely, polite girl—too bad she had chunibyo syndrome.

Yurouzi smiled shyly and hurried over to the balcony, gazing out at the world beyond.

The balcony faced east. Outside lay a broad road and the university gardens, with no obstructions in the way. So although this was only the second floor, the view was exceptionally wide.

Yurouzi first carefully glanced at Song Shuhang, then furtively cast a small spell beside herself to block energy fluctuations, concealing her next actions so that 'Senior Song' would not sense them.

Once everything was ready, she quietly pulled two invisible lenses from her pocket and put them on.

Do not underestimate these two little things. They were a magic treasure newly refined by Spirit Butterfly Venerable—To Exhaust One's Eyes Over a Thousand Miles, Climb Another Storey Higher!

The name was a little long. This was an upgraded, enhanced version of the Thousand-Mile Eye.

Once the lenses were worn, just as the poem described, they could elevate one's vision high into the sky, letting one overlook the earth from God's perspective.

This was the painstaking work of a father who knew his daughter was prone to getting lost, meant to let her find the right road from a bird's-eye view whenever she could not tell her directions. It carried a father's love to the brim.

They said a daughter was her father's lover from a previous life. It seemed that saying was indeed true.

If it had been a son, Spirit Butterfly Venerable definitely would not have put in such painstaking effort—what kind of grown man still got lost? Wouldn't that be humiliating? If he could not find the road, could he not just tear down whatever blocked his way and march straight toward his destination? Charging ever forward was a man's romance!

Two blossoms bloomed, each branch told its own tale.

Using the magic treasure's God's-eye view, Yurouzi quickly located the faculty apartments of Jiangnan University. After checking the information again, she successfully identified the tall, refined-looking Professor Ren Shui, who wore black-rimmed glasses.

At that very moment, the innocent Professor Ren Shui... was taking an afternoon nap with his daughter, who had just turned six months old.

Because the phrase 'taking an afternoon nap with his daughter' could easily lead certain gentlemen's minds astray, it was necessary—absolutely necessary—to include the daughter's age! Let it be solemnly declared again: this was a daughter who had 'just turned six months old'!

Everything was going so smoothly, as though aided by the gods!

"Found him!" Yurouzi rejoiced inwardly. Then she pressed her hands together. "Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll definitely compensate you afterward, but for now, please make sure to sprain your ankle badly enough to be hospitalized!"

A glittering golden talisman flashed between her clasped palms. Things like talismans were generally single-use consumables, but certain high-grade ones could be used repeatedly.

The talisman in Yurouzi's hand was undoubtedly a high-grade one.

Only a second-generation cultivator like Yurouzi, with an overpowered Dad, would waste such a high-grade talisman so extravagantly.

High-grade talismans were difficult to make. Though they could be repeatedly used, they still had a limited number of uses; every use meant one less. If an ordinary cultivator obtained a high-grade talisman, they would count on their fingers and make sure to use it at the critical moment!

Under Yurouzi's control, the golden talisman's power activated.

Inside the distant faculty apartment.

Professor Ren Shui was sleeping groggily when a force suddenly shoved him off the bed.

Unfortunately, his foot happened to be positioned at an angle that made it especially easy to sprain.

And so... Bang!

Crack—a sound of something twisting.

"Gasp!" Professor Ren Shui woke in pain, stifling a groan as cold sweat poured from him. His sprained ankle swiftly turned red and swollen. But so as not to wake his adorable sleeping daughter, he gripped the blanket with his fingers and clenched his teeth, swallowing his scream back down—such was the heart of a parent, pitiable beneath all heaven.

Clenching his teeth, Professor Ren Shui quickly began rubbing his ankle with one hand. Clearly, he was experienced. A sprain of this degree was not yet serious enough to require hospitalization. A little safflower oil and a night's sleep, and he would be cute and lively again the next day.

After rubbing it for a while, Professor Ren Shui stood on one foot, braced himself against the wall, and hopped toward the refrigerator. He intended to get some safflower oil and ice to apply a cold compress.

But... Yurouzi's spell was not over yet. Her goal was to send this poor professor to the hospital!

Professor Ren Shui thought he had merely fallen out of bed and sprained his ankle by accident. He had no idea that an unseen, mysterious force was determined to twist his foot badly enough to send him to the hospital. Thus, he did not know how dangerous it was to hop forward on one leg while holding the wall—this method of travel was undoubtedly perfect for spraining something again.

As Professor Ren Shui hopped along, he suddenly missed a step.

Crack—this time, it was the sound of a bone breaking... His other, previously uninjured foot had fractured. It was even worse than the first injury.

"Gasp!" Professor Ren Shui crashed to the floor, eyes wide as he sucked in sharp breaths from the pain. This time, tears even welled up in his eyes—men did not shed tears lightly, only because they had not yet reached the place of sorrow.

He looked at one sprained leg and one fractured leg, and his eyes immediately grew moist.

But there was nothing he could do except resign himself to his bad luck.

After sucking in cold air for quite a while, he carefully took out his phone and called his wife, requesting reinforcements. His wife was also an instructor at Jiangnan University.

Since his daughter was there, it would not be appropriate for him to call 120 directly. He had to wait until his wife came home and someone could look after their daughter before taking himself to the hospital.

When she heard her husband describe his experience of 'spraining both feet,' Professor Ren Shui's wife was both worried and slightly amused.

After hurriedly taking leave from one class, she rushed home...

After ending the call with his wife, Professor Ren Shui called the university and requested leave from his three classes tomorrow afternoon. With both of his legs injured like this, he would one hundred percent need hospitalization, so naturally he had to notify the university to arrange substitute classes.

"Done." Yurouzi nodded in satisfaction and put away the golden talisman.

With that, her objective had been achieved.

Professor Ren Shui had requested leave, so his classes tomorrow afternoon were now free.

With no classes tomorrow, Song Shuhang would be free.

And if Shuhang was free, he could accompany her to J City.

See? It was that simple!

With the matter settled, Yurouzi was in an excellent mood.

When she returned indoors, she saw Song Shuhang booking her high-speed rail ticket on the High-Speed Rail Network.

"Senior Song, why not book one for yourself too? Maybe you won't have class tomorrow afternoon?" Yurouzi leaned over and said softly.

"Haha, if I really don't have class, I'll book another one," Song Shuhang joked.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Ding-dong!

At that moment, a message suddenly popped up on the account within the campus network.

Attention, students of Class 43, Grade 19, School of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing, Department of Mechanical Engineering: Due to Professor Ren Shui's injury and hospitalization, tomorrow afternoon's Mathematical Statistics class will be replaced by Professor Smith's College English class. Please inform one another and make the appropriate preparations! Thank you.

The short message repeated three times in a row.

Moreover, it had been set to repeat once every hour.

Jiangnan University's administration moved quickly and handled matters with extraordinary efficiency! From Professor Ren Shui calling to request leave to this short message being sent out, only a minute or two had passed!

"Eh, Professor Ren Shui got hurt? What a coincidence. But tomorrow's class is being changed to English... Does that mean we have to attend that stiff old man Smith's class again?" Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

Yurouzi, standing beside him, immediately had tears in her eyes.

The righteous path rose one foot, but the demonic path rose ten!

But people from Spirit Butterfly Island would never give up so easily. Never!