A-Grade Retreat Room

After saying that, the third man's vision went dark. His head sank, and the life left him.

The blood surging through Yang Sheng's body gradually calmed, and his fighting aura faded.

The effects of the adrenaline rapidly wore off.

Agonizing pain struck from every part of his body.

Yang Sheng's vision went black, and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a bed.

He glanced down and confirmed that he was in the infirmary at Bay City Martial Arts High School.

A haggard-looking girl had fallen asleep with her head resting beside the bed.

The girl was Li Jing.

She had rushed to the infirmary the moment she heard the news last night, without even changing her clothes. Though the doctor said Yang Sheng was out of danger, she had insisted on staying.

Yang Sheng reached out and wiped a tear from the corner of Li Jing's eye.

Li Jing had never said it aloud, but Yang Sheng wasn't blind.

He could feel how sincere her feelings were.

But he didn't need romance now. What he needed most was to grow stronger.

Love was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Feeling his touch, Li Jing opened her eyes.

Her cheeks reddened, and she sat up straight.

"You're awake?"

Yang Sheng nodded. "Isn't that obvious? Haha."

Li Jing said with a hint of reproach, "Do you know how badly you scared me last night? When I got here, you were covered in bandages. I thought you'd died and they were wrapping you up!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened again.

Yang Sheng said, "Your medicinal meals helped a lot. They made me stronger. Without them, I don't think I would've lasted until I got to the hospital."

Li Jing's eyes widened. "My family's medicinal meals