The "general situation" divined through fortune-telling was ultimately not "precise information." With so few clues and no culprit caught red-handed, the Archwizards could only conclude that there might have been surviving Ravens stirring up trouble at the banquet.
That word "might" was quite subtle.
According to Fatty Xin's private analysis, it was more likely that the school and the Trident Sword preferred to believe the Raven organization had been uprooted and did not want the matter to continue escalating.
After the on-site investigation yielded nothing, Zheng Qing was rushed to the School Hospital.
He had originally thought he could luckily rest in the hospital for a while, but after the healers carefully examined him and confirmed that he was in excellent health, Madam Bella unceremoniously threw him out of the hospital.
"Eh? That fast?"
Downstairs, the young publicly funded student ran into Fatty Xin, who had just finished visiting Xiao Xiao and was heading back to the dormitory. The Fat Wizard held up two candied hawthorn skewers and stared at Zheng Qing in surprise. "I thought you'd at least stay in the hospital for one night..."
"Madam Bella thinks that would be a waste of the school's medical resources." The boy sighed dejectedly.
"Don't you have insurance? Isn't insurance meant to be wasted?" The Fat Wizard muttered, biting off a hawthorn. His voice was muffled as he spoke. "Come to think of it, you've gone to the hospital much less often these past six months. Looks like hunting monsters really does help build your body... What did the healers say?"
His topic changes were a little abrupt, but Zheng Qing understood him just fine.
Zheng Qing unconsciously touched his ear.
Although he had recently been criticizing that Little Green Snake's questionable taste, he had to admit that because of it,