Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

After issuing a series of instructions and watching his subordinates busily performing their duties, the dean seemed to shed a heavy armor and slowly turned around.

The sharp and authoritative look on his face when facing his subordinates receded like the tide, replaced by a gentle expression with a clear sense of reassurance. He walked a few steps to Yu Fuli.

He even deliberately lowered his shoulders to make his posture less intimidating, and his voice became unusually soft, a stark contrast to when he had reprimanded Director Wang earlier.

"Teacher Yu, this time you must have been really frightened."

His tone was sincere, and his gaze swept over Yu Fuli's torn clothes on her shoulder and the minor scratches on her face with concern. "You've been through a whole night, cold and scared, and you're injured too. Get a doctor to examine you properly and treat the wounds carefully, so that there are no hidden dangers."

As he spoke, he turned to the medical staff waiting beside him and gestured, "Take Teacher Yu to the examination room for a comprehensive and detailed examination, and use the best medicine."

His posture and tone made it seem as if Yu Fuli was not an adult who had only suffered minor injuries, but a fragile object that needed to be carefully protected and protected from being bumped or knocked.

The surrounding air fell silent for a moment.

The school leaders who had not yet completely dispersed exchanged glances, their hearts filled with even greater horror.

The dean's attitude is hardly how one would treat an ordinary teacher who might have caused trouble.

This is clearly a great Buddha statue that cannot afford the slightest mistake!

The head of the teaching department shrank behind the crowd, his face turning pale and then ashen, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

Yu Fuli took in the dean's attitude of being arrogant at first but then obsequious and deliberately softening his stance.

His face showed no sign of being flattered; he remained calm, simply nodding slightly. "Thank you for your concern, Dean. My injury is nothing serious; please take care of the students first."

His response was neither humble nor arrogant; he neither accepted special treatment nor rejected the goodwill that was clearly a test and an attempt to win him over. He simply brought the focus back to the students.

The dean's smile remained unchanged as he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Professor Yu's concern for her students is admirable. But you must also take care of yourself, as you may need Professor Yu's assistance in explaining many things going forward."

His words had a hidden meaning, and Yu Fuli understood.

This assistance clarifies the situation, and it likely involves more than just the accident during the riding lesson.

It's estimated that he'll need to help deal with the Xiao and Yun families.

"Of course."

Yu Fuli gave a brief reply, said no more, and followed the medical staff to the examination room.

The detailed examination quickly yielded results.

The doctor looked at the report, his tone somewhat incredulous. "Multiple soft tissue contusions, some mild dehydration, and significant exhaustion. Fortunately, there are no broken bones or serious internal injuries."

The two people brought in with Yu Fuli were in critical condition; one was in a coma and under emergency treatment, and the other was undergoing surgery for a broken leg. Compared to them, Yu Fuli seemed completely unharmed.

He looked up at Yu Fuli's pale face and the lingering weariness between his brows. "But you've exhausted yourself both mentally and physically, you need to rest properly."

As soon as he finished speaking, an experienced nurse came in and quickly cleaned, disinfected, and applied medicine to the various abrasions on Yu Fuli's body.

The cold ointment and disinfectant irritated the skin, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Subsequently, an intravenous infusion to replenish electrolytes and nutrients was also started.

With everything settled, only the soft ticking of the medical equipment remained in the ward. Yu Fuli leaned against the soft pillows, her nerves, which had been tense all night, finally able to relax slightly, followed by an overwhelming wave of exhaustion.

But he was still concerned about the more seriously injured.

"Where is your Dr. Wen?" he asked the nurse who was adjusting the IV drip rate.

The nurse continued working, answering naturally, "Dr. Wen? He's in the operating room. The student you brought in with him is seriously injured, and Dr. Wen is the best surgeon, so he's the one performing the operation."

Hearing this, Yu Fuli's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.

Yunbai suffered a gunshot wound.

This type of injury is an extremely serious and unusual event. Once it is recorded and reported by ordinary medical staff, the subsequent investigation, accountability, and public opinion storm will be difficult to control.

Moreover, given the existence of such a secretive organization as the Mo organization, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Wen Qiaoan is one of F4, and belongs to the same social circle as Yun Bai. The two can be considered friends.

Having him perform the surgery would at least help to keep the news under wraps to the greatest extent possible, ensuring that the procedure is not known to unauthorized personnel, and also allow for a more reasonable explanation of the injury to address the official preliminary investigation if necessary.

However, the operating room door remained tightly closed, and the red light glaringly illuminated the room.

The image of Yun Bai's pale, unconscious face and the wound on her waist that kept bleeding weighed heavily on Yu Fuli's heart.

He closed his eyes, trying to dispel the chaotic images, but he could still hear the wind in the snowy forest, feel the young body trembling in his arms from the pain, and hear the last weak but persistent words, "...the teacher is injured."

As the cool liquid flowed into her body through her veins, Yu Fuli, soothed by the medication and utterly exhausted, gradually lost consciousness and drifted into a restless, light sleep.

"Click—"

A soft yet clear shutter click, accompanied by a sudden burst of blinding white light, jolted Yu Fuli awake from her light sleep.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting slightly from the light. His vision was still a little blurry, but he had already accurately spotted the figure holding a phone in front of his bed, the camera pointed directly at him.

Yu Fuli: "???"

His mind went blank for a moment, and his instinctive vigilance, honed from his recent brush with death, instantly surged to its peak.

What's going on?

Who?

Once her vision cleared and she could see the person with long golden hair, azure eyes, and a signature playful smile, Yu Fuli recognized him as Jiang Yu.

Caught red-handed, Jiang Yu showed no embarrassment or awkwardness whatsoever at being caught secretly filming someone sleeping. Instead, he calmly moved his phone away from his eyes, and even casually swiped his thumb across the screen a few times in front of Yu Fuli, as if checking the results of his photos, before slowly raising his eyes and greeting her in a natural tone:

"Oh, Teacher Yu, you're awake?"

His attitude was so self-righteous, as if he had just been taking pictures of the scenery outside the window, and Yu Fuli's face just happened to be in the frame.

Looking at this uninvited young master with his strange behavior, Yu Fuli was unsure whether to question him about his surreptitious filming or wonder why he was there.

He tried to sit up, supporting himself on his arms, which aggravated the bruises in his shoulders and back, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.

Jiang Yu's gaze swept over his slightly stiff shoulders. She raised an eyebrow, casually stuffed a pillow behind his back, then crossed her arms and leisurely examined his pale face and the IV needle in his hand: "Looks like nothing serious. However..."

He dragged out his words, but what came out was so irritating it made you want to punch him: "I heard you guys had some pretty wild fun yesterday? The horses got spooked and rolled into the woods?"

As he spoke, he casually dragged over a chair from the bedside, sat down with his long legs outstretched, and acted as if he were no stranger to the place.