Thanks to Professor Monteria's urgent request, the healers from the School Hospital quickly arrived at the laboratory to give Zheng Qing further treatment. Zheng Qing knew the healer who came as well—it was Doctor Ma, the long-faced physician who had examined him several times before.
That was why, the moment Doctor Ma saw Zheng Qing, his already long face grew even longer.
"When you notified us, you should have told us the patient's basic identity," Doctor Ma complained familiarly to Professor Monteria. "If I'd known it was young Zheng, at the very least I would have changed into a cleaner robe before coming... and perhaps had a hot cup of coffee to wake myself up before changing."
There were still a few stains on Doctor Ma's white robe. It looked as though he had just come out of an operating room and rushed over before he had time to change.
However, although his words sounded highly irresponsible, there was no discount in the work at hand. He still followed strict examination procedures and gave Zheng Qing a thorough checkup.
Hearing the healer's complaints, Professor Monteria raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You've examined him before?" He stood to one side with his hands tucked in his sleeves, watching the practiced interaction between Doctor Ma and Zheng Qing with a curious tone.
"Well, isn't that something!" Doctor Ma drawled, snorting. "Ever since he entered the school last semester, this kid has practically stayed at the School Hospital for a while every month, and every week he brings some professor's note asking me to give him a full-body examination... And nine times out of ten, it's either a headache or red eyes. Honestly, even at Starry Sky Academy, most students don't have hospitalization records this frequent."
Zheng Qing felt a little embarrassed as he