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Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Restoration and Healing

Walking through the corridor paved with marble floors, passing by seven or eight infirmaries where wounded lay resting, Lolan Hill finally found the room where Lingxin was staying. There were no names or signs on the door; instead, it was the voice of Lanlie coming from behind the door that confirmed she had arrived at the right place.

“Xin, you must get better quickly. Otherwise, no one will cook for me, no one will help me cover up at night, and no one will wake me up,” Lanlie comforted her good friend, though it sounded more like she wanted to hit someone.

“Lanlie, you’re pressing on my leg,” Lingxin’s voice came from inside the room.

Rap rap—

Lolan Hill knocked on the door, and immediately silence fell inside. After a while, the door slowly opened, revealing the scene within.

Inside the rest area, there were two single beds. The brown wooden beds were carved with patterns telling fairy tales, exuding a warm and childlike atmosphere. The walls around were a warm yellow wood grain, and on both sides of the bedheads, there were irregular wooden recesses where orange flowers, resembling large morning glories, hung down, emitting a faint fragrance. It was said that the scent of these fresh flowers could repel insects and had a mild calming effect, alleviating patients’ pain and tension.

Lingxin lay on the bed near the door, covered by a light green soft quilt. On the other bed lay a black-haired girl, sleeping sideways, her face not visible. Standing at the door was Lanlie, and there was no one else in the room.

When Lanlie opened the door, she looked at Lolan Hill with surprise for a moment, blinked, and then pulled the silver-haired girl inside.

“Xin, look who’s here,” Lanlie invited Lolan Hill in as if claiming credit, making her sit in her original spot.

After sitting down, Lolan Hill looked at the girl on the sickbed. Her originally healthy dark skin now appeared somewhat pale, but her expression seemed stable.

“Is that Lacy? Long time no see! Have you also come to Emanas to study?” Lingxin smiled weakly.

“Yes, sorry, I was quite busy in the first half of the year and didn’t come to see you,” Lolan Hill felt a bit embarrassed. Was she being too much? She had been at school for some time, yet perhaps her nature made her reluctant to trouble too many people?

“It’s fine, it’s good that you’re here, little Lacy,” Lanlie stood behind, hugging Lacy’s shoulders with both hands, saying with a hint of joy.

“You just started school, so it’s normal not to find us right away,” Lingxin was very understanding, helping Lacy out of her predicament.



Hereafter, if there’s anything you don’t understand or any worries, you can come find Lolan and Lancy. Although she appears somewhat unreliable, she isn’t actually foolish,” Lingxin said with a slight smile.

“Wu, wu, Lingxin says I look foolish,” Lancy wiped her eyes as if crying, but a smile crept onto her lips. It was at least a good sign that her friend could still tease her; otherwise, Lingxin’s silence would have worried her.

Lolan then asked about Lingxin’s health condition. Lancy indicated that although the headmaster of the Temple Academy had treated her, and her wrist had been reconnected, it might not be as flexible as before. The difference was perhaps between 98 points and 100 points. Though the flaw was minor, there was still a bit of regret.

“Can I take a look?” Lolan then spoke about the main purpose of her visit. After studying the Angel Sequence, her healing ability hadn’t had a chance to be tested. This time, she wanted to see if she could help.

Lancy tilted her head curiously and asked, “Isn’t Lacy studying the Demon Sequence?”

But Lingxin did not hesitate to extend her hand.

Lolan held the smooth wrist, closed her eyes, and carefully perceived. Among her two major talents, she wasn’t yet proficient in the one related to stars, which she couldn’t activate voluntarily. However, the other talent, concerning the sky and wind, had always been very helpful to her. In terms of perception, she far surpassed others.

How amazing!

In Lolan’s consciousness, the blood vessels and nerve connections in Lingxin’s wrist gradually became clear. If not for knowing that Lingxin had once been injured, Lolan might not have noticed anything unusual. She couldn’t help but admire the strength of the headmaster of the Temple Academy, who had almost achieved perfection.

However, there were still some subtle breaks in the nerves and blood vessels.

After a while, Lolan opened her eyes. Curious, Lancy squatted opposite her, propping her cheeks with both hands. As soon as Lolan opened her eyes, Lancy immediately asked, “How is it? Lingxin’s injury shouldn’t be serious, right?”

Lolan nodded and said, “It’s healing well, though I can only speed up the process slightly.” She didn’t dare speak too confidently.

“Can I try?” Lolan turned to look at Lingxin.

“Lacy wants to try, let her,” the girl leaning against the bedhead gently nodded.

With a positive response, Lolan blinked. Pure white magic rose from her palm, slowly condensed like a droplet, and dripped onto Lingxin’s wrist, rotating slowly around it.

As if sensing the movement of the magic, another girl lying on a sickbed also turned around, her red eyes watching the silver-haired girl perform the magic slowly.

As the droplet rotated, the magic within it also circulated.

The warmth gradually seeped into her wrist. Since most of the wounds had already been treated, this time only minor nerves and blood vessels needed to be reconnected.

Morning sunlight slanted into the room, and through the glass window, one could see the fountain and garden in the courtyard. Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping could be heard. The silver-haired young lady had her eyes slightly closed, with her eyelashes gently trembling. Her white dress reflected a faint white glow. That serene and focused look made people unable to look away.

Lingxin felt as if warm water was gently stirring in her cool blood vessels, bringing a slight tingling sensation. A sense of security and comfort slowly spread throughout her body from that magical power. Looking at the quiet white-dressed girl, she unconsciously fell into a gentle sleep.

“Done.” After a long while, Lolan Hill slowly opened her eyes. This time, not only did she heal Lingxin’s wrist, but she also checked and repaired other hidden injuries within her body, which took longer. Fortunately, the results were very good. Now even she couldn’t tell where there were any signs of injury.

“Lacy just looked like a goddess in the temple,” Lanlier whispered, not wanting to wake Lingxin who had just fallen asleep.

“There’s no way~” Lolan Hill didn’t take Lanlier’s exaggerated praise to heart. Instead, she put Lingxin’s wrist back under the blanket, then adjusted the blankets to prevent Lingxin from getting cold. Only then did she sit down comfortably.

Seeing the significant improvement from her treatment, she felt a bit happy inside. After all, this prevented Lingxin from carrying a lifelong regret.

Next, Lolan Hill continued to talk quietly with Lanlier for a while, agreeing to meet again in the future before preparing to leave. But at this moment, another young lady’s voice came from behind.

“Hello, can you wait a moment?”

Lolan Hill turned around and saw the girl lying on the wooden bed by the window. She had black hair and light red eyes.

“Hello?”

“Um… Sorry, I also want to receive some treatment.”

With a weak and shy tone, the girl finally voiced her request. After saying this, she pulled the blanket up to cover her mouth and nose, leaving only her tense and expectant eyes visible.


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She Is Not a Witch

She Is Not a Witch

才不是魔女
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
She is a silver-haired maiden who lives in the forest. She is the teacher of the seven legendary heroes. She is the Sage who represents the stars and wonders. She is the guide who quells ten world disasters. Her name is Lorraine Hill, and she is not a witch. As the poem describes it. Like the sunlight that descends upon the world, she who has bright and transparent wings carries with her the legacy of another human civilization, bringing hope and blessings to this new world.

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