High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 199: Chapter 123 Polite Greetings_1

In most cases, when a person’s hand is scratched and a small wound is formed, there isn’t much attention needed as the wound would naturally heal over time.

But when a minor wound continuously oozes blood, one that cannot be stopped by any means, the situation becomes relatively complex.

Zheng Qing is currently confronting such a complex situation.

Few minutes ago, he had a friendly handshake with the young master of the Taylor Family.

— This act was very normal since a handshake is nothing but a common courtesy before social interaction.

However, as a result, a minor wound appeared on Zheng Qing’s palm.

— Though such a situation is rare, it definitely does not rule out all types of anomalies. Perhaps one of Andrew’s rings was quite new and had unsmoothed edges; or one of the rings triggered some passive magic, and Zheng Qing was pricked by the thorn aura on it; or a small bug got squashed between their hands during the handshake, furiously opening its huge claws.

In the end, it was just a small mishap.

Zheng Qing is not one to hold a grudge.

So he wiped the little blood stain away from his finger, shook his hand, and continued his lively talk with the young master of Taylor family.

However, when Zheng Qing cleaned the fresh blood oozing from his palm for the fifth time, and saw the pinhead-sized wound once again show a glimpse of bright red color, he could no longer keep up his jovial facade.

”Has anyone got a Band-Aid!” Zheng Qing turned his head, bumped into Xiao Xiao who was standing next to him in a bit of panic: ”Quite peculiar, this small wound keeps bleeding and it won’t stop whatever I do.”

”Band-Aid? What is that?” Xiao Xiao evidently had not heard of the medicine commonly used by laymen to stop bleeding.

He pushed his glasses up, his doubtful gaze landed on Zheng Qing’s palm. As he saw blood once again ooze out, he slowly frowned: ”You need a patch of ’Golden Sore Medicine’ or a ’Ganlin Talisman,’ of course, it would be even better if someone’s Law book has recorded healing spells.”

Zheng Qing immediately snapped back into his wizard self.

”What I meant was a Ganlin Talisman.” He blushed and emphasised: ”We call Ganlin Talismans ’Band-Aids’ where I’m from.”

”A rather odd name,” Xiao Xiao mumbled, bending down to get a closer look at Zheng Qing’s wound. He asked after careful examination: ”How did this happen? I left you alone for two minutes and you managed to get yourself injured.”

Zheng Qing’s face turned an even darker shade of red, he rather resembled Zhang Ji Xin’s blood brother.

He reluctantly glanced at the young master of the Taylor family, staying silent.

”You need a Ganlin Talisman?” Andrew enthusiastically joined in, saying to Zheng Qing: ”I just got some new talisman papers which were just drawn by the Senior Healer of Bai Cao Tang within a month, their effect is quite excellent — of course, bound to have some gap compared to the works by your master of talisman creation.”

Zheng Qing did feel flattered by such an apt compliment.

”It’s nothing...” he laughed and lifted his uninjured hand, waving slightly: ”It’s just a trick of carving, can’t be compared with the masters of Bai Cao Tang.”

”Glad that you have self-awareness.” Xiao Xiao sneered, and once more asked the previous question: ”How did you get this wound?”

For a proper wizard, the cure must fit the disease.

Like the inconspicuous wound in Zheng Qing’s hand, different situations require different treatments, whether it be from an insect sting, a hard grass spike, or damage from other magical tools.

Having grown up around Mr. Wu, Zheng Qing was of course aware of such matters.

But even before he could open his mouth, Andrew on his side had already sincerely explained the whole thing to Xiao Xiao.

He even patted his chest promising for Zheng Qing’s treatment cost.

The young scholarship student felt moved to tears, deeply regretting that he only suffered a small cut.

”No matter, no matter.” Zheng Qing patted Andrew’s shoulder with his uninjured hand, seeing the burly werewolf look guilty, he consoled: ”We all know... this isn’t your fault.”

Andrew smiled gratefully, didn’t say a word.

Xiao Xiao chanted a Hand Jue and applied the Ganlin talisman, allegedly drawn by the senior healer of Bai Cao Tang, onto Zheng Qing’s palm.

A tender green halo swept past.

Zheng Qing felt as if his whole hand were soaked in warm water, washed inside and out. Every pore seemed to be comfortably open, every cell seemed to be jumping in delight.

After the green light, Zheng Qing lifted his hand.

The small wound at the base of his middle finger had vanished without a trace.

”Just as good as new!” He happily raised his hand, showing his palm to his friends.

”Since you’re alright now, I’ll go ahead,” The young master of the Taylor family seemed to finally relax, smiling: ”Let’s keep in touch.”

With that, he waved goodbye to Zheng Qing, turned around to depart.

However, a robust figure blocked his path.

Zheng Qing looked in surprise at that figure.

It was Zhang Ji Xin.

Noticing the disconcertion in the red-faced man, he raised his hand to greet him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiao pulled at the corner of his robe, silently shaking his head.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and drew his hand back.

Everyone was present here anyway, nothing should go wrong.

Having this thought, Zheng Qing felt a lot more at ease.

In contrast, Andrew Taylor’s mood wasn’t as joyous.

Everything was going according to plan. All he needed was to walk a few more steps, return to the new student group of Alpha, and get the chance to win over Mr. Sepulano’s favor.

Andrew clenched his fist, looked at Julian and other people anxiously looking around at a distance, and sighed heavily at the bottom of his heart.

He was just a few steps away.

In front of him.

Zhang Ji Xin crossed his arms, looked up and down at the white-robed werewolf cub, a smirk playing around his lips.

”Is there something wrong?” Andrew suppressed his distress, took a step back, and cautiously lifted his arm.

The colorful magic rings in his hand shone brightly in succession.

”Why are you so nervous?” Zhang Ji Xin suddenly relaxed, stretched out his hand, offered it to Andrew, and said: ”In all fairness... let’s get to know each other.”

Andrew frowned, the periphery vision of his eyes landed on a few approaching figures with ill intentions, his heart sank, and he managed to squeeze out a smile on his face, replying: ”I’m sorry, I’m Andrew Taylor, nice to meet you, please take care of me.”

With that, he honestly extended his hand to the red-faced man in front of him.

Zhang Ji Xin hadn’t taken off the knuckle dusters he was wearing.

The colorful lights twinkling on the magic rings between Andrew’s fingers hadn’t extinguished either.

”Take care doesn’t apply here.” Zhang Ji Xin chuckled, firmly clasped the young werewolf’s outstretched hand, gritted his teeth and said: ”But as a meeting gift on our first encounter would be essential.”