While Xiao Chenyu was muttering to himself, an extremely similar scene was unfolding in the infirmary of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, far away on the other side of Nuoding City.
In the infirmary, thick with the pungent smell of medicinal herbs, five of the six big shots who had fought that day lay motionless on the beds like so many mummies.
The three big shots among the senior students-Nuo Ya, Liu Long, and Ling Feng-had their upper bodies wrapped in bandages, leaving only their big heads exposed.
Of the two big shots among the work-study students, Xiao Wu and Tang San, Xiao Wu had only her eyes showing. Apart from her legs, every other part of her was wrapped up like a mummy.
Tang San, the last of them, was in an even worse state. The other four were lying on their backs, but he alone lay on his side, swathed in bandages from head to toe.
There was no helping it. Although the unlucky boy's spine had not broken, it had still suffered some damage. With four broken ribs in his chest as well, he could lie neither on his back nor on his stomach, only on his side.
Beside the five big shots stood a four-ring Soul Ancestor, a healing Soul Master whose martial soul was a medicine jar. This Soul Ancestor, a man in his forties or fifties, had just finished examining the last of the five.
He turned to Noxus, the dean of Nuoding Academy, and another man with an expressionless, corpse-like face, and said, "Nuo Ya and the other two are fine. They'll recover after some rest."
"As for that work-study student, please accept my condolences."
Clearly, the first remark had been directed at Dean Noxus. His expression visibly relaxed upon hearing it, and