Thursday morning was supposed to have a Potions class.

But Zheng Qing, as a 'sick number', doesn't need to care about this matter at all.

He didn't need to memorize the complicated recipes of potions before class, he didn't need to wear deerskin gloves to clean up the aconite ants attached to the salt aconitum today, and he didn't have to stay in the building where the laboratory could explode at any moment.

This made him feel especially happy when he woke up in the morning.

So much so that the light breakfast prepared by the hospital for the patients became extraordinarily sweet in his mouth.

Breakfast was very simple, a bowl of millet porridge, an egg, two slices of soft bread, and a small hors d'oeuvres.

The golden corn grains are round, oozing fine rice oil under the slow simmering, and the white porcelain spoon is stirred in the bowl, and you can clearly feel the rice grains slipping through the bottom of your hand to tremble.

It's just that Zheng Qing is not in much of the mood to appreciate the sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Professor Yao had already arranged for a teaching assistant to help him with the discharge procedures, and after breakfast, he needed to go to Professor Yao's office for a private consultation.

Yes, a private consultation.

When he heard the news for the first time, Zheng Qing felt a little ridiculous.

"Why don't you be treated in the school hospital," he looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously, his eyes lingered for a moment on the teaching assistant's gray hair and broad forehead, and asked in a curious tone, "I remember that the school's top therapists are all in the school hospital...... Could it be that Professor Yao is also proficient in these things?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced around the ward he was in.

Early in the morning is the time for patients to change their dressings and receive treatment, and the bright light through the glass windows makes the whole room seem much more lively.

Most of the curtains were rolled up at this point for the patients to enjoy the good time.

On the hospital bed near the door, a patient with an octopus tentacle on his head was floating in mid-air, and several healers flipped through the magic books in their hands, using spells of different colors to clean the patient's newly grown octopus feet last night.

Cutting, clearing, healing, the therapists showed Zheng Qing their professionalism with a smooth rhythm.

"Your situation doesn't need the action of the great therapists," Zhang Yu didn't show any impatience because of Zheng Qing's suspicions, and his voice was still very gentle: "Moreover, even the great healers will not do better than Professor Yao...... Any senior professor in the school is proficient in some level of healing. ”

Although there were still some doubts in his heart, Zheng Qing did not continue to verbally object.

After swallowing the last bite of millet porridge, he took off his hospital gown, changed into a bright red student robe, and went to the office building of the middle courtyard of the school according to the address agreed before.

Lao Yao's office is located at the end of the north-facing corridor on the first floor.

The wooden door was very clean, and there was no door god hanging at the door of other offices, which made Zheng Qing's movement when he knocked on the door a little heavier.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

"Please come in. ”

Through the wooden door, Professor Yao's voice was a little dull.

Zheng Qing pushed the door and entered, but the room did not have the feeling of smoke and lifelessness that he expected.

The layout of the house is very simple.

The bright red hue of the whole body is a little dazzling in the bright sunlight, like a burning flame.

A huge mahogany bookcase occupies an entire wall, and the only red desk in the office is considered a large piece of furniture—not even as rich as the student office or some student club residence that Zheng Qing once visited.

"Sit down first, and I'll take care of this morning's report. Professor Yao sat behind a large desk, wearing a pair of small round eyes framed by gold wire, flipping through the materials in his hand without looking up.

Zheng Qing didn't say anything, quietly chose a red soft leather swivel chair opposite the desk, and sat down quietly.

The professor didn't let Zheng Qing wait too long.

Soon, he put away the papers on the table, stuffed them in a drawer, and pulled another pile of materials from his hand.

"Do you know what you're doing today?" the professor raised his eyelids, glanced over the upper edge of his glasses, glanced at Zheng Qing, and then immediately lowered his eyelids, taking advantage of the bright sunlight outside the room, and carefully flipped through the information at hand.

"Teacher Zhang said, you want to help me see the headache......" Zheng Qing moved his body a little awkwardly and replied in a low voice.

"Well, that's pretty much what it means......" Professor Yao didn't dwell too much on the details between Zheng Qing's words, he was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Before the specific treatment, talk to me about your hallucinations...... What do you think. ”

"Hallucination?" Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, "Do you mean a nightmare?"

"The sun, the shadows, the sand, the rocks, the merfolk, the sirens...... Everything in the dream world is illusory. Lao Yao raised his eyelids, and his eyes showed a little interest: "Since you call it a nightmare, then you must think that it is harmful to you." ”

Zheng Qing straightened up a little uneasily, and did not answer this question.

"Nightmare. Lao Yao refocused his gaze on the books under his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and continued to ask, "So, when did they appear?"

"Uh...... A week ago?" Zheng Qing replied hesitantly, "After the first night patrol at Linzhong Lake, I had a nightmare...... But if I had a headache, the last time I had a noticeable attack was on a plane to school. ”

"The most recent. Lao Yao repeated thoughtfully and asked, "When was the first time?"

"Six or seven? maybe earlier. Zheng Qing wasn't sure about the exact time, but in the depths of his memory, the sharp pain seemed to run through the whole of his childhood.

"When was the last episode?"

"I'm probably eight or nine years old," Zheng Qing felt a little hot on his face, as if he couldn't give a clear answer to every question the professor asked.

"That's almost ten years. The smile on Professor Yao's face became more and more obvious: "It's been ten years." ”

He grabbed his pipe and knocked it over the edge of the ashtray on the table.

A few blue elves flew out of nowhere and placed a glass of water on the desk.

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.

The liquid in the glass ripples seductively, without a hint of color, and looks like a glass of boiled water.

Professor Yao pulled out a blank piece of yellow rune paper from the drawer, dipped his finger in cinnabar, and quickly drew a rune.

Then he lit the rune paper and threw it into the water glass.

The rune paper sinks when it encounters water, and sinks until it reaches the bottom of the water.

The pale blue flame burned slowly at the bottom of the water, steaming up a few strings of milky white bubbles, which looked like a dazzling effervescent tablet.

"Nightmares are a minor problem. Professor Yao spoke again, his voice very gentle: "Maybe one of your friends played a little joke on you and put a 'nightmare curse'...... It's in the palm of your hand, and the people at the school hospital can see it in the blink of an eye. ”

Zheng Qing raised his hand, feeling a little inexplicable.

"But," he said, he couldn't contain his curiosity, "how did I fall for this spell?"

"This spell is mixed with the Grace Curse...... There are not many talisman masters in the wizarding world who can embed a nightmare spell in the Ganlin Charm. ”

Zheng Qing thought of the little young master of the Taylor family, and his heart suddenly changed.

"Drank it. Lao Yao pointed to the water cup on the desk.

The rune paper in the cup had burned out, and the originally clear water had turned a little dusty.

Zheng Qing did not hesitate, took the cup and drank it all.

Contrary to the dryness he expected, this glass of runic water tasted sweet and delicious.

"What is this?" he said.

The wrinkles on Professor Yao's face unfolded rapidly, and he smiled with satisfaction, not knowing whether he felt that Zheng Qing's question was interesting, or whether he appreciated the attitude of the young government-funded students.

"Pull out the water of the Nightmare Spell. ”

"Can't the school hospital handle it?" Zheng Qing became more and more confused: "One of my Doctor Ma has already helped me suppress the Nightmare Curse. ”

"Nightmares cannot be suppressed, they can only be cleared, and the most authoritative person in the entire First University to make this kind of spell is sitting right in front of you. As soon as his tone changed, Professor Yao's demeanor became a little solemn: "Your situation is more complicated...... You are my student again, and the school hospital didn't dare to do it casually until I contacted your parents. ”

"Want to contact your parents?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly raised a lot.

"Since I've already boiled the talisman water for you, naturally I don't need it. ”

"That's good, that's good. Zheng Qing sighed lightly, and his expression was much more relaxed.

"Nightmares are a minor problem. Professor Yao repeated again: "After drinking the runic water, there will be no problem." ”

Zheng Qing nodded gratefully.

"But your headache is a big problem. The professor raised his head and said solemnly, "You have to be mentally prepared." ”