Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

"When repairing bones, you must do as I do: carefully and completely put the patient's bones back together, and try to put them together as perfectly as possible. If there are any missing bone fragments, you must first apply bone putty to repair the defects."

Special attention must be paid to the length of the patient's bones; otherwise, setting bones rashly may result in uneven limb lengths, or even permanent disability.

If you can't cure the patient and they bring people to your door to cause trouble, you'll not only have to pay compensation to hire a high-level medical mage to treat the patient again, but you'll also face disciplinary action, affecting your rating and promotion. Got it?

"I understand, teacher."

"Okay, next is the wound healing. Make sure to thoroughly clean the wound before casting the healing spell. Throughout the process, you must carefully control the variables in the magic, otherwise, a tumor might grow after the wound heals, which would be a medical accident, understand?"

"Understood, teacher."

"The above is the standard treatment in the hospital. There are many rules, but if you ever go to the battlefield, the situation will be urgent and resources will be limited. You don't need to worry about any of these. Just throw healing spells at your teammates without thinking. If you don't have anti-inflammatory drugs, use Sunfire Spell to kill the bacteria first, like this. Don't worry about burning them, as long as your teammates don't die."

Wang Yi gradually regained consciousness, and vaguely he seemed to hear many strange words.

With his body feeling somewhat numb, Wang Yi tried hard to recall everything. He seemed to have dreamed that he had become a student, was taking an exam in the classroom, and then jumped off a building, twice.

The last image in his mind was of him being slammed to the ground like a dead pig, the pain causing him to faint instantly.

"What a chaotic and lengthy dream!"

Wang Yi felt a pang of emotion.

Fortunately, the dream has finally ended.

Wang Yi opened her eyes and saw a completely unfamiliar ceiling.

There was a warm smell in the air, like the scent of sun-dried blankets, and if you smelled it closely, it seemed to carry a hint of burnt meat.

Looking at the bright operating lights overhead, Wang Yi couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Hmm, I must be opening my eyes wrong.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, count to three silently, and then open them again.

The scene remains unchanged.

The conversation beside him grew clearer and clearer, and the content of the conversation sent chills down Wang Yi's spine!

But he couldn't worry about that now. Wang Yi's mind was in complete turmoil, but one thought was becoming clearer and clearer.

Holy crap, this isn't a dream, I really have time-traveled!

Desperately trying to control his body, Wang Yi raised his head slightly as if in a death struggle, but the scene he saw made him feel somewhat devastated.

A woman dressed in a white coat, resembling a doctor, stood to his left, explaining as she did so, her hands emitting a verdant glow. The white coat, which should have been loose, couldn't conceal her voluptuous figure.

A verdant light covered the wound on his thigh, and the deep wound, which exposed bone, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Besides the person in the white coat who was casting a spell, there was a circle of other people who were also wearing white coats, but whose figures clearly indicated they were teenagers.

There wasn't even enough room to stand inside, so there was another group of people standing on stools outside to watch.

The most terrifying thing is that the majority of the onlookers were women, with very few men.

All of them craned their necks, intently watching their own bodies, or rather, watching the person in the white coat at the head of the group treat them.

Fortunately, the blue strip of cloth covering his thighs and waist provided him with a final bit of comfort, preventing him from committing suicide on the spot out of shame and indignation.

"Did I jump off a building and then get rescued?" Wang Yi tried to analyze the current situation in his mind.

But when he looked at the wound on his thigh, something seemed off. The wound was... too smooth.

It didn't look like the kind of bloody, irregular wounds you get from jumping off a building; instead, it looked like a cut from a sharp blade.

"Why is the patient awake? Wang Yao, what's wrong with you? You can't even do anesthesia properly. You're a senior in high school and you still can't use sedation magic smoothly. How are you going to get into the Capital University of Magical Medicine?"

The doctor in the white coat who was in the lead not only had a hot body, but also a very hot temper. After seeing Wang Yi wake up, he immediately started yelling at a petite girl next to him.

Suddenly scolded like this, the girl named Wang Yao was like a frightened chick, timid and afraid to argue. She quickly turned her head and whispered to Wang Yi, "Excuse me, classmate."

Wang Yi subconsciously looked at Wang Yao's face and was instantly drawn to her eyes.

"Such beautiful eyes..."

Their eyes met, and as Wang Yi gazed into those bright and beautiful eyes, he suddenly felt as if his consciousness had been pulled away, and then the scene before him quickly blurred.

Before he lost consciousness, the leader in the white coat said something that sent chills down his spine.

"Hurry up, it's rare to run into a patient, so take this opportunity to let you all see blood properly. Although the cadaver can teach you about human anatomy, it can't show you how a living body changes under the influence of magic."

Next, I'll demonstrate some common minor surgeries for you. First, I'll remove his appendix, then I'll cut out...

Filled with grief and indignation, Wang Yi was forced to lose consciousness, unaware of the torment his body would suffer next, or how much of it would ultimately remain.

When Wang Yi regained consciousness, he hurriedly opened his eyes and saw another unfamiliar ceiling.

Why am I staring at the ceiling all day?

Wang Yi quickly checked his body. His arms and legs seemed to be intact, and he didn't feel any pain anywhere. He hurriedly sat up and was about to lift the blanket to check his vital parts again when he suddenly saw a figure sitting next to his bed.

Wang Yi cautiously gripped the corner of the blanket and quickly looked around, but did not find the cold-blooded and terrifying devil in the white coat.

There was only one very pretty girl, carefully peeling an apple in her hand in front of Wang Yi's bed.

She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a slightly fitted women's suit, her hair casually tied in a ponytail, and light makeup—the kind of outfit a sophisticated urban professional would wear.

She has fair skin, delicate features, and while her figure isn't as devilish as the previous "white-coat devil," it's still quite shapely.

"Holy crap, I really time-traveled!" Wang Yi felt a mix of fear and excitement.

For young people in Wang Yi's era who had been "poisoned" by countless novels, time travel was something they had fantasized about more than once.

Young people, who doesn't dream of time travel?

After the initial panic subsided, Wang Yi calmed down and began frantically searching through the novels in his mind, trying his best to analyze them.

"You're awake." The girl by the bedside finished peeling an apple and greeted Wang Yi as he sat up and walked away.

"Who are you?" Wang Yi asked cautiously.

"I'm Bai Yu, your homeroom teacher." A hint of pity appeared on Bai Yu's gentle face: "Such a good child, and he's been knocked silly like this."

That's bullshit. You're only in your twenties and you're already a high school freshman homeroom teacher? Do you think the school is your private property?

Seeing the disbelieving look on Wang Yi's face, Bai Yu continued.

"Director Zhang said that you jumped from the building in the wrong way, landing face first, and your head was smashed open. Red and white blood flowed all over the ground. Fortunately, Director Zhang arrived in time and saved your life before you completely died. He also sorted out the brains and put them back in your body."

Although your appearance can be restored to its original state, your brain will be covered in dust. Teacher Zhang said you are very likely to become mentally disabled, or even become a vegetable.

At first I didn't believe it, but now it seems that Director Zhang truly lives up to his reputation as the Dean of Medical Affairs at our school. As a high-level mage who has served on the battlefield and specializes in medicine, he has extensive clinical experience and his judgment is extremely accurate.

Hey, is this the time to praise "Director Zhang"?

And is there any right or wrong way to jump off a building? It's only the fifth floor, is it really that exaggerated? And there was blood and tears all over the ground.

Wang Yi felt a strong urge to complain, but ultimately held it back: "Um... teacher, do you think it's possible that I just lost my memory after the fall?"