After the battle, Commander Tur quickly and carefully took the injured mentor Xiyin to the treatment room of the Warrior Academy. The treatment room is located in a magnificent building deep within the college, where numerous highly skilled therapists are gathered, specializing in handling various combat injuries.
Inside the treatment room, soft lighting shines in every corner, and the air is filled with a faint herbal aroma. Commander Tur gently placed Master Xiyin on the treatment bed, her face pale but her breathing still steady. The therapists immediately gathered around and began a comprehensive examination of her upon seeing the situation.
Commander Tur, how is Master Xiyin's injury? "Commander Tur's sister Xiqin anxiously asked. She rushed over as soon as she received the news, her eyes filled with worry.
Commander Tur gently patted Xiqin's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, Xiyin's mentor is just temporarily fainting due to physical exhaustion. Although his internal and external injuries are not minor, he will recover after a period of recuperation
Upon hearing Commander Tur's words, the heavy stone in Xiqin's heart was slightly lowered. She watched the busy figures of the therapists and silently prayed in her heart for Master Xiyin to recover soon.
Meanwhile, Pan Yu was also taken to another treatment room. His palm was broken and the pain was unbearable, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single moan. The therapists urgently treated his injuries and fixed his palms with special herbs and bandages.
Child, don't worry, your palm will slowly recover, "a kind therapist comforted softly." However, you need to rest well during this period and avoid intense training
But... I still want to continue training and become a powerful warrior, "Pan Yu said with a hint of worry in her eyes
The therapist smiled and shook his head, "Now is not the time. You need to take good care of your body first. Remember, a true warrior not only needs strong strength, but also perseverance and recovery ability. It's not too late to double your efforts when your injuries heal
Pan Yu listened to the therapist's words, although feeling a bit disappointed, she also understood that this was for his future. He nodded and decided to follow the therapist's advice, rest well, and wait for the injury to heal.
Professor Xiyin and Pan Yu are both receiving meticulous treatment in the treatment room. Under the care of everyone, Teacher Xiyin gradually regained her strength and her face turned rosy. However, it will take some time for Pan Yu's palm to recover due to its childhood and physical strength.
During Pan Yu's treatment, Dean Tur held an emergency meeting. In Dean Tour's spacious and solemn conference room, an emergency meeting regarding the sudden attack of the Black Wind Mentor is underway. Outside the window, the night was already deep, but inside the room, the lights were bright, reflecting the solemn faces of every participant.
Dean Toure sat in the first place, and his domineering appearance and tough personality were fully revealed at this moment. He knocked on the table and his voice thundered, "We must conduct a thorough investigation into the sudden attack of the Black Wind Mentor and the possible enmity between Pan Yuna's child and Black Wind. This incident not only concerns the reputation of the Warrior Academy, but also the safety of every student
Kufei, the short but clever mentor, immediately took over the conversation: "Dean Tur, I think there must be an unknown secret behind this matter. Although the Black Wind is usually quiet and reserved, his strength is unfathomable. This time he suddenly attacked the students, there must be something suspicious." His words were full of a sense of justice, making people unconsciously trust him.
There are quite a few, "said a simple and tall middle-aged man, nodding his head and saying," Yes, Dean. Although Professor Black Wind usually doesn't talk much, he still cares a lot about the students. I was really shocked when he suddenly did such a thing this time. "His voice was low and powerful, revealing a simple and sincere expression.
Jerry, this introverted and silent mentor, although he doesn't usually talk much, now shows his wisdom: "I think we should start with the background of the underworld and see if he has any unknown experiences in the past. At the same time, we should also conduct further investigation into Pan Yu's background, maybe we can find a connection between them
Xiyin and Xiqin, two female mentors, exchanged a smile. Their lively personalities and the voluptuous figures of young women made the atmosphere in the conference room slightly relaxed. Xiyin said, "Dean Tur, I think we should not only focus on the possible grudges between Heifeng and Panyu. More importantly, we need to ensure the safety of the students, but also pay attention to Panyu's psychological state. After all, he is still a child
Xiqin also agreed, "Yes, Dean. Pan Yu is really brave and intelligent. I believe he can get through this difficult time. But we must also ensure that he is not harmed again
Ellen, the aloof and ethereal mentor, also spoke up at this moment: "I agree with the views of Xiyin and Xiqin. But in addition, we should strengthen the security measures of the college to prevent similar incidents from happening again. At the same time, we should also provide stricter safety education to the students
Dean Toure nodded inwardly as he listened to everyone's speeches. He deeply understands that although these middle-aged mentors have different personalities, they all share common goals and beliefs. He patted the table with a firm and powerful voice: "Okay, then we'll split up. Kufei, Mando, Jerry, you're responsible for investigating the background of the underworld and the identity of Pan Yu; Xiyin, Xiqin, you're responsible for taking care of Pan Yu and Xiyin, and strengthening the psychological counseling of the students; Ellen, you're responsible for strengthening the security work of the college. We must find the truth in the shortest possible time to ensure the safety of the students
After the meeting, the seven middle-aged mentors left the conference room with their respective tasks. Although they have different personalities, they are all guarding the peace of the Warrior Academy and the future of the students in their own way. And this meeting has also deepened their friendship and trust.
Under the careful care of the Warrior Academy, Pan Yu bandaged her fractured hand bone. With a hint of longing for home and unease about the unknown, he embarked on his journey home. The sunset, like blood, stretched his shadow long, as if foreshadowing a dusty past that he was about to uncover.
His home, located on the edge of the town, is a simple hut made of mud and wood, which appears particularly peaceful in the afterglow of the sunset. The window of the small house was half closed, emitting a faint light as his mother prepared dinner for him. Despite being from a poor family background, the cabin always exudes an indescribable warmth and tranquility.
Pan Yu gently pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a familiar and warm atmosphere rushed towards her. The interior decoration is simple, with a worn-out wooden table, several swaying rattan chairs, and the wooden bed that carries countless nights of mother's waiting. There are several watercolor paintings hanging on the wall depicting rural scenery. Although the strokes are slightly rough, they add a touch of artistic atmosphere to this rudimentary space.
My mother was sitting at the table, holding a needle and thread in her hand, bowing her head and focusing on mending an old piece of clothing. Her face is kind, and her eyes reveal resilience and optimism towards life. Upon hearing the door ring, she looked up with a warm smile on her face and said, "Yuer, are you back? How was the first day of training at the academy today
Pan Yu looked at her mother's expectant eyes, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart. He hesitated for a moment and decided to tell his mother the whole story. So he slowly walked over to his mother and sat down, pouring out everything he had encountered at the Warrior Academy, including the sudden attack of the Black Wind Mentor, to his mother one by one.
As the mother listened to her son's narration, her smile gradually froze, and her eyes were filled with doubt and surprise. Black Wind? Isn't he a senior mentor at the Warrior Academy? Why did he suddenly attack you? Did your father have a grudge with him before his death? "Her series of questions revealed concerns about her son and confusion about the past.
Pan Yu shook her head with a serious expression and said, "Mom, you're mistaken. The Black Wind Mentor and my father had no interaction before their death, and we had never met before. This incident is really strange. I never expected him to attack me and it seems like he has a deep blood feud with my father
My mother fell into contemplation upon hearing this. She tried hard to recall every little detail of her husband's life, trying to find clues related to the underworld, but ultimately found nothing. She knew that her husband had always been kind to others and had never had any grudges with them before his death, how could it be so strange? Dean Tur and Professor Xiyin are here. Hello, thank you for not being there. Tomorrow, remember to bring a bag of eggs to thank the mentors. After that, go to the bottom of the bed and pack the few eggs in the box.
At the same time, in a hidden small cave in the Dragon Soul Mountain Range, the elderly Black Wind old man was sitting cross legged, closing his eyes and focusing on healing his injuries. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, indicating that he had been seriously injured. Beside him, there was a delicate pill bottle with a faint fluorescence emanating from its mouth. It was the precious pill he used to heal his wounds.
Suddenly, a chilly wind blew by, and the entrance to the cave was covered by a black shadow. A man wearing a black robe and a mask slowly walked into the cave, his figure appearing particularly mysterious in the dim light.
Heifeng, how is your injury The black robed man's voice was low and hoarse, as if calling from hell.