In Zheng Qing's impression, headaches have always been a big trouble.

Many childhood memories have been blurred. For example, he can't remember what the girl he liked in elementary school looked like, he can't remember the name of the four-wheel drive car his uncle gave him on his twelfth birthday, and even the promise he made when he graduated from junior high school, if he didn't open the diary, he would have no impression at all.

But the feeling of headache is always as fresh and clear as the bright moon hovering in the sky every night.

He can still clearly recall the sound of banging his head against the wall when he had a headache when he was a child, and he can also remember the first time when the Sanyou Book House fell to the ground and convulsed, the begonia flower in front of the store had just bloomed with five petals.

Everything is so unforgettable.

Fortunately, he has a gentleman.

Mr. Wu used his mysterious means to suppress Zheng Qing's recurrent head disease, so that he could grow up with peace of mind and have a relatively normal memory.

It's just that the peaceful life is gradually moving away.

Since when?

When no one is around, Zheng Qing occasionally thinks about this question.

Maybe it was when he saw Mr. Wu waving his teacup, maybe it was when he stepped into the book for the first time, maybe it was when he woke up that morning and felt the thick bulging envelope by his pillow.

Magic, wizards, first university, these fantastical words seemed to flood into his life overnight, and with it, there was a recurrence of head disease.

From the special plane to the school, all the way to the astronomy professor's class.

It's been less than a month since school started, and I've already had three headaches.

This is never a good thing.

"Big trouble?" Zheng Qing repeated Professor Yao's words, and his voice was a little out of tune: "Be mentally prepared!"

He'd seen those words.

The main characters on TV who are terminally ill like to use this scary word when doctors tell them about their condition.

"How long will I live. When the young public-funded student thought that he had not yet embraced Yelena and was about to face this cruel life, he couldn't help but feel sad and his voice was a little choked.

"Huh?" Professor Yao's eyebrows were raised.

"It's okay, just say it, I can accept it. Zheng Qing sniffed and said babblingly: "Don't tell my family about this kind of thing...... They are all ordinary people, who have never been exposed to the wizarding world, and may have all kinds of misunderstandings about you...... I am eighteen years old and have full legal capacity...... I can sign for myself. After I die, I hope the school can be a puppet and go home for me...... I've already saved up a dozen credits that I can use to pay for them. ”

After saying this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that a big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and his eyelids were no longer hot.

But Professor Yao, sitting behind his desk, apparently doesn't think so.

"I think... Maybe you... To my words... There is somehow... Misunderstand. It obviously took a lot of effort for the professor to accept the out-of-the-box thinking of the outstanding student in front of him: "No one will die...... Especially for wizards. ”

"Oh!" Zheng Qing's eyes immediately widened: "Yes, I'm a wizard...... I will use magic...... Is there a spell for headaches? Potions...... It would be better if the talisman was made, I could draw my own talisman. ”

"Calm down. Professor Yao opened the law book on the table, flicked his fingers, and his expression was a little helpless: "Did Mrs. Bella feed you stimulants in the morning?"

A pale blue streamer rose from between the pages of the professor's fingers, hovered in mid-air for several weeks, and rushed into Zheng Qing's chest.

A cold feeling welled up from his heart, making the young public-funded student shiver a few times in succession.

His mind was immediately much clearer.

The words of the smirk of a few minutes ago came to his mind almost immediately, causing his cheeks to flush at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, I'm sorry," he staggered away from his chair, stumbling and apologizing, blushing like Zhang Jixin's own brother: "I don't know what's going on." ”

"It doesn't matter. Professor Yao gently hooked his fingers.

The soft leather chair behind Zheng Qing hula took the initiative to hit forward, his leg was numb in the bend, and he sat back on the swivel chair uncontrollably.

"I know what the reason is......" The professor continued to look through the materials at hand, "Like I said, your headache is a big problem...... It will make you mentally abnormally active...... But activity often goes hand in hand with vulnerability. This is one of the reasons why you were a little out of control just now. ”

Zheng Qing licked his somewhat dry lips, trying to curb his urge to speak.

"A little bit further ahead. The professor beckoned again.

The swivel chair under the seat arched forward roughly, shoving Zheng Qing's legs into the gap of the mahogany desk.

"Close your left eye. The professor leaned forward and opened Zheng Qing's right eyelid.

Zheng Qing's eyelids shaved by his rough fingers hurt.

"Magic isn't as omnipotent as you might think. On the contrary, it is a very strict craft. Professor Yao flipped through his law book, looking for a suitable charm, carefully observed Zheng Qing's right eye, and said slowly, "So, don't expect me to use one or two charms to lift this curse of yours." ”

As he spoke, he pulled a crumpled piece of rune paper out of a drawer, pulled a hair from the young wizard's head, and rubbed the ashes from his pipe against the rune paper.

The orange sparks exploded little by little, and wisps of green smoke slowly rose from the rune paper.

"Curse!" Zheng Qing ignored the burning talisman on the desk, and finally couldn't hold back his tumbling thoughts, and shouted in some horror.

"Don't be nervous, lad. The professor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "In the eyes of wizards, this kind of invisible damage with no obvious external injuries is a curse. Cancer is a good example of this, and some modern therapists consider cancer to be 'Gaia's curse'. ”

"And what's my curse?"

Professor Yao didn't speak, quietly looked at the ashes of the burning rune paper in front of him, and after a long time, he muttered, "Sure enough, I still need a professional person to come and see it." ”

The first university is the most specialized in treatment at the University Hospital.

Zheng Qing had just come out of the school hospital.

So, an hour after leaving the white building, Zheng Qing once again appeared in Madame Bella's stern gaze.

"He needs to use the purifier. Lao Yao smiled dryly, looked at Mrs. Bella with a straight face, and added, "Just ...... for a while."

"Then why do you need to go through the discharge procedures!" The head nurse smacked the medical record book in his hand: "I don't know that I need to open a stack of certificates for every entry and exit?

Zheng Qing shrunk his neck, looked at the irascible head nurse and the smiling professor, and quietly rubbed against the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Only Dr. Ma, who was on duty, was able to ignore the oppressive atmosphere in the field at this time and make a certain degree of mediation: "I can only arrange for a comprehensive examination today...... The results of the examination are not expected until next week. ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Lao Yao has no objection to the doctor's arrangement: "This kind of thing has to be handed over to professionals." ”

As he spoke, he bared his yellow teeth and smiled flatteringly at Lady Bella.

The head nurse ignored him, but quickly arranged for Zheng Qing to have a comprehensive examination in the clean house.

The Pure House is a small room filled with formations, talismans, and magic scripts, through which wizards parse curses and study changes.

In order to keep the atmosphere of the house pure, there are no windows or doors.

After only a few minutes of entering, Zheng Qing was pulled out of it by the head nurse.

"The inspection is simple, but the data analysis is tedious. Doctor Ma stared at those big bubbled eyes, stretched his voice, and said weakly: "I will send the relevant examination results directly to the office of Jiuyou Academy......

"There's nothing else to do today, you can go back first. Lao Yao waved his hand at the young public-funded student and added, "I remember that your elective class in the afternoon was a life class?"

Zheng Qing nodded obediently.

"Well, go to the library and look for Downton before class in the afternoon, and ask for homework for the past two days in history, philosophy, and pharmacy...... The teachers are very lenient and allow you to turn it in before class next week. ”

The young student stayed for a long time and walked dejectedly towards the library.