The irritation vanished into embarrassment the moment they entered Nicholas's hospital room.
Inside, Zheng Qing and the others saw the gifts Jiang Yu had brought—a finely crafted little drum made of frogskin, several frog-bone talismans, and a bracelet strung with dried frog eyeballs, studded with beautiful runes.
One had brought food, the other something useful.
The other young wizards in the room stared at the two gifts, their eyes full of contemplation and suspicion.
Unlike the somewhat embarrassed publicly funded student, Jiang Yu appeared perfectly composed. She stood openly with Zheng Qing in a corner of the room and even had the mood to chat with him.
"How is it?" The witch glanced at him from the side and asked softly, "Are you adapting?"
She was asking whether Zheng Qing had felt particularly depressed or lost after receiving a new body. Even in the Wizarding World, replacing one's body was an extremely rare occurrence. Reports on the aftereffects of related Magic Rituals or potions often appeared in the Beta Town Post.
"Mm... not bad." Zheng Qing watched the friends gathered around Nicholas's bed, offering comfort, and gave a vague reply.
He was actually quite curious about the witch's question as well.
In theory, the series of accidents that had happened yesterday should have dealt an enormous blow to a person, both physically and mentally. Zheng Qing had originally believed he would need a long period of recovery before he could pull himself together.
At the very least, over the next few days, he should have seemed a little depressed, or developed several mouth ulcers from the psychological strain of learning the truth about the Forbidden Curse.
But in reality, from the moment he opened his eyes that morning until now, he had felt exceptionally well. Even breathing felt light and