Thanks to Professor Montella's urgent request, therapists from the university hospital quickly rushed to the laboratory to provide further treatment for Zheng Qing. Zheng Qing, the therapist who came over, was also familiar with the long-faced horse doctor who had done many physical examinations for him before.

Therefore, when he saw Zheng Qing for the first time, Dr. Ma's already long face stretched longer.

"When you notify us, you should tell us the basic identity of the patient. Dr. Ma complained to Professor Montella, "If I knew that it was Zheng Xiaozi's problem, I would at least change into a cleaner robe and come back...... Maybe before you get a new robe, you might drink a cup of hot coffee to refresh yourself. ”

Dr. Ma's white robe still had a little stain on his body, and it looked like he had just come out of the operating room, and he rushed over before he could change his clothes.

However, although his words were very irresponsible, the work at hand was not discounted at all, and he still conducted a comprehensive inspection for Zheng Qing in accordance with strict inspection procedures.

Listening to the therapist's complaints, Professor Montella raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Have you checked him before?" he stood aside and observed the skillful interaction between Doctor Ma and Zheng Qing, his tone a little curious.

"How fresh!" Dr. Ma stretched his tone and snorted: "Since he entered the school last semester, this kid has to go to the school hospital for a while almost every month, and every week he has to bring a note from a certain professor for me to do a full body examination...... And nine times out of ten, it's either a headache or red eyes. To be honest, even in Star Academy, most students don't have such frequent admission records. ”

Zheng Qing listened to Dr. Ma's words, a little embarrassed.

"I was hospitalized four or five times, and I didn't seem to go every month. He whispered his defense, but he didn't have the confidence to do so.

Doctor Ma glanced at the young scholar and immediately told him to shut his mouth.

"That's what I warned you before. Professor Montella looked down at Zheng Qing and said, "Fragile glass is very easy to break, and there is only so much we can do, including Dr. Ma, to extend its lifespan by applying some glue to the broken glass." It's you who really solves the problem. ”

When Doctor Ma heard the professor's words, he glanced at the two of them in confusion, but he didn't say anything. The work at hand did not pause at all, and the processing was well organized.

Soon, the physical examination was over.

Not surprisingly, Zheng Qing's body was very healthy, except for the little bruise under his eyes and a slight mental malaise, there was nothing abnormal - even that bruise quickly dissipated after Professor Montella made a move.

"Very good," after giving Zheng Qing some green eye drops in his eyes, Mr. Therapist began to pack up his tools: "I'll open you a pack of coffee in a while to refresh yourself...... Of course, it would be even better if you could sleep honestly. ”

Dr. Ma's eye drops had a very different effect from the green light that Professor Monteria had poured into Zheng Qing's eyes before. If the professor was doing a warm spa for Zheng Qing's eyes before, then Dr. Ma took a cold bath for Zheng Qing's eyes.

It's like drinking a big sip of green bees with ice, which makes people feel exciting and sober.

"Got it. Zheng Qing vaguely agreed, blinked his eyes vigorously, and large tears gushed out, quickly blurring his vision.

"Next time, if you still have eye problems, don't contact the school hospital at the first time. ”

Doctor Ma, who had already examined Zheng Qing many times, stood up after packing up his tools and admonished in a serious tone: "If you really feel that something is wrong with your body, you can go to the Wizarding Alliance's treatment center, or ask Lao Yao to arrange for you to go somewhere else...... If you ask me, I can only prescribe you a few chocolates, or mints...... At most, give you a little eye drop. ”

Zheng Qing looked at him with a sad face, and his vision was still a little blurry.

Dr. Ma's words, although they may not sound very responsible, are very appreciative and pertinent. Throughout his several physical examinations at the school hospital, he received few valid answers.

However, compared with Dr. Ma's words, Professor Montella's warning is more worrying for young public-funded students.

He clearly remembered that the first bruise appeared under his eye was in his right eye. Later, it slowly spread to both eyes. And then today, it's the right eye problem again.

Based on his crude common sense alone, he could also tell that the problem in his right eye might be more serious. And this is one of the ultimate purposes of his visit to this laboratory.

As for the 'power within the mind' mentioned by Professor Monteria, because it was too mysterious, Zheng Qing didn't bother to pay attention to it for the time being. At most, go to the library to flip through the textbooks, or find time to talk to Lao Yao. With the experience of Mr. Wu taking him to flip the plane during the winter hunt, Zheng Qing felt that he was now comfortable with any abnormal situation.

Dr. Ma came in a hurry, and when he went, he was crisp and neat.

Soon, Zheng Qing sat back at the back of the test bench. At this time, he remembered the copy of the copy of the talisman rubbing, which he had been holding in his hand, and looked down to see that he had already made many marks.

"Done copying?" the professor noticed the material in his hand.

Zheng Qing quietly wiped the folds on the notebook, smiled dryly, and handed it to Professor Montella.

The professor frowned slightly, took Zheng Qing's 'homework', and examined it carefully.

Soon, his brow furrowed.

"Very good," Professor Montella said with a rare look of less stern expression on his face, and his tone was much softer. But then, his brow furrowed again: "...... So, it's even worse. ”

Zheng Qing stood up in surprise and poked his head out, wanting to see where he had made a mistake.

"No, not the reason for it. The professor put away Zheng Qing's homework and shook his head: "These talismans, you have copied them perfectly, and there are almost no mistakes. But that's also the problem. ”

"At your current level, no wizard can achieve such an achievement. ”

"It means that you are using a force that is not your own...... And this is also the reason for the appearance of your head disease or blood congestion under your eyes. If I were you, I would do my best to restrain myself from using this power. ”

Zheng Qing could not agree with this kind of rhetoric.

"I've been practicing those basic talismans for many years, and I've kept them in my head, how can they not belong to me?" he whispered in defense.

Professor Montella looked at him and said meaningfully, "That's one of the most fascinating things about magic. Things that don't have brains can have real minds, things that seem to have brains often don't have brains, and your own mind often hides a lot of things that don't belong to you. ”