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But when this small wound is constantly oozing blood, and it can't be stopped anyway, the situation is more complicated.

Zheng Qing is currently facing such a complex situation.

A few minutes ago, he shook hands with the young master of the Taylor family in a friendly manner.

-- This kind of thing is very normal, and shaking hands is just a common etiquette before interpersonal interactions.

But then, a small wound was pricked in Zheng Qing's palm.

-- Although this situation is rare, it does not completely rule out various abnormalities. Maybe it was a ring on Andrew's finger that was too new, and there were edges and corners on the ring that hadn't been smoothed out, maybe it was a ring that triggered passive magic, and Zheng Qing was stabbed by the thorn aura attached to it, or maybe when the two of them shook hands, a small bug was caught in it and opened its giant claw angrily.

At the end of the day, it was just a minor accident.

Zheng Qing has no habit of anger.

So he wiped off the blood stains at the base of his fingers, shook his hand, and continued to talk and laugh with the little master of the Taylor family.

However, when Zheng Qing wiped away the blood that had spilled from his palm for the fifth time, he finally had no choice but to continue laughing when he saw a bright red color once again emerge from the needle-sized wound.

"Is there a band-aid!" Zheng Qing turned his head and bumped into Xiao Xiao next to him in a little panic: "It's strange, this little wound has been bleeding, and it can't be stopped." ”

"Band-Aid? Xiao Xiao obviously hadn't heard of the drugs that Bai Ding usually used to stop bleeding.

He pushed his glasses, his puzzled gaze fell on Zheng Qing's palm, looking at the blood that was gradually spilling out again, and slowly frowned: "What you need is a golden sore medicine, or a 'Ganlin Talisman', of course, it would be better if someone's magic book copied the spell of healing techniques." ”

Zheng Qing immediately woke up to his identity as a wizard.

"I'm talking about the Ganlin Talisman. He blushed and emphatically said, "We call the Ganlin charm a band-aid there." ”

"What a strange name. Xiao Xiao muttered, lowered his head and leaned over to Zheng Qing's wound, looked at it carefully, and asked rhetorically, "What did you do? If you didn't pay attention for two minutes, you added a wound to your body." ”

Zheng Qing's face turned even redder, and he looked like Zhang Jixin's blood brother.

He glanced at the young master of the Taylor family and did not speak.

"Do you need a Ganlin talisman?" Andrew leaned over very enthusiastically and said to Zheng Qing: "I have some newly bought talisman paper here, which was just drawn by the senior healer of Baicaotang within a month, and the effect is very good—of course, there is still some gap compared to the work of your talisman master. ”

Zheng Qing was very useful for this just right compliment.

"How can there be ......" He smiled and raised his intact hand, swinging slightly: "It's all small insect carving skills, where can it be compared with the masters of Baicaotang." ”

"Good thing you're still self-aware. Xiao Xiao sneered, and then asked the previous question again: "How did this wound come about?"

A pure wizard who pays the most attention to the right medicine.

Just like the inconspicuous wound on Zheng Qing's palm, the bite of an insect bug, the hard thorn of grass and trees, or the injury of other magic props, different situations require different treatment methods.

Zheng Qing followed Mr. Wu when he was a child, and of course he knew about these situations.

But before he could speak, Andrew next to him had already explained the ins and outs of the matter to Xiao Xiao very sincerely.

Even he patted his chest and promised Zheng Qing all the treatment costs.

The young public scholarship student was moved to tears, and he regretted that he was just a small hole in his palm.

"It's okay, it's okay. Zheng Qing patted Andrew's shoulder with his intact hand, looked at the sturdy werewolf with a look of self-blame, and comforted him repeatedly: "We all know it...... It's not your fault. ”

Andrew smiled gratefully and didn't speak.

Xiao Xiao pinched his hand and released the Ganlin talisman that was said to have been drawn by the senior healer of Baicao Hall into Zheng Qing's palm.

A glow of green light flickered.

Zheng Qing felt as if his whole hand had been soaked in warm water and had been washed from the inside out. Every pore opens its mouth in refreshment, and every cell seems to be cheering.

After the green light, Zheng Qing raised his hand.

The tiny wound at the base of the middle finger had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Intact!" he happily raised his hand, showing his palms to his friends.

"Since it's okay, then I'll go over first," the young master of the Taylor family seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Let's get back in touch again." ”

After saying that, he waved goodbye to Zheng Qing, turned around and wanted to leave.

It's just that a stout figure stood in front of him.

Zheng Qing looked at the figure in surprise.

It's Zhang Jixin.

He seemed to sense that something was wrong with the red-faced boy's expression, and raised his hand to say hello.

But Xiao Xiao next to him tugged at the corner of his robe and shook his head silently.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and took his hand back.

Everyone is here, so nothing should happen.

Thinking like this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

Compared to him, Andrew Taylor's mood is not so happy.

Everything is going according to plan, just a few more steps to get back into the ranks of Alpha's freshmen and have a chance to win the favor of Mr. Seprano.

Andrew clenched his fists, looked at Julian and the others who were looking anxiously not far away, and sighed heavily in his heart.

Just a few steps away.

In front of him.

Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and looked up and down at the werewolf cub in white robes, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Is there something wrong?" Andrew suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took a step back, and raised his arm cautiously.

On the fist he clenched, the colorful magic rings shone one one after another.

"Why are you so nervous? Zhang Jixin's expression suddenly relaxed, stretched out his hand with a big grin, handed it to Andrew, and said, "It's okay to come and not be rude...... Get to know me, too. ”

Andrew frowned, his eyes noticed a few ill-intentioned and slowly approaching figures around him, his heart sank, and he barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and promised: "I'm sorry, I'm Andrew Taylor, it's the first time we meet, please advise." ”

As he spoke, he honestly handed his hand to the red-faced boy in front of him.

Zhang Jixin's fist gloves were not taken off.

The glint on Andrew's magic ring between his fingers was not extinguished.

"I don't dare to tell the advice. Zhang Jixin chuckled, shook the hand handed to him by the young werewolf, gritted his teeth and said, "But when you meet for the first time, you must always have a meeting gift." ”