Chapter 97: Life in Peril

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Sophina ran over, gasping at the shattered scene before her.

Everyone was also taken aback: "What... What happened here? Teacher Vasiliev, was... was it a mage?"

Vasiliev gently patted his granddaughter's hand and said to them, "Yes, a very powerful one."

"Where is he?"

"He's already gone."

"Gone! Escaped from you?" Everyone found it hard to believe that anyone could escape from the great mage Vasiliev.

Vasiliev nodded towards the darkness, "I told you, he's a very powerful person."

Ice Zhiye leaned against the corner of a rock, the blood at the corner of his mouth dripping onto his black robe. Just now, he thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly, Vasiliev suddenly let him go. He lightly pressed the injured area, and a sharp pain surged through him. He could feel his internal organs were damaged. If he hadn't concentrated the power of ice elements for protection before the attack, he would probably no longer be in this world.

Looking around at the terrain, he was still far from the dormitory. He had to get back quickly, or people would suspect him for not being in the dormitory. No one had seen his face yet, so he didn't need to worry too much. He used a bit of magic to try to heal his internal injuries, mustered his strength, and teleported away. He wouldn't leave until he got the 'Dragon Zero.'

The search by the college teachers continued, but they neither caught Ice Zhiye nor the people from 'Beverly.' Blanche and the others were acting with a plan, attacking and retreating quickly, leaving no time for the college to catch them.

Knock, knock, knock. The dormitory door was knocked on. Luo and Qin had already been woken up by the cold, sneezing as they opened the light and the door: "Teacher Sophina. Teacher, what happened? Why did it suddenly get so cold?"

"Nothing, nothing. Something happened at the college, but it's been taken care of." Sophina entered the room: "I came to check on you. Are you okay?"

Luo shook his head, and Qin, glancing at Ice Zhiye on the bed, also shook her head.

"Lu, what happened to your head?" Sophina saw the injury on his head and asked with concern.

Luo said, "When I was woken up by the cold, Carol accidentally fell off the bed and knocked me out."

Sophina glanced at Qin, "Is that so?" Her tone seemed a bit suspicious, as she knew Qin's identity.

"Yes, yes." Qin hurriedly smiled, "It was an accident."

Ice Zhiye was grateful for Qin's help. If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't have had the strength to climb the stairs.

Sophina was most concerned about Ice Zhiye. She walked to his bed and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Um." Ice Zhiye nodded.

"Your face is very pale." Sophina placed the back of her hand on his face, feeling the cold: "You're so cold, what's wrong?"

"Cold, it was very cold just now." Ice Zhiye smiled, but his hand under the blanket was tightly gripping the sheet, trying to endure the pain inside his body.

Sophina nodded: "Just now... just now someone caused trouble at the college, a very powerful ice mage, but it's all over now. Cover yourself well, and put on a fire crystal, the room will warm up soon." As she said this, she helped cover Ice Zhiye with the blanket, suddenly feeling him shivering.

Ice Zhiye smiled, "Too... too cold. Thank you for your concern, I... I can cover myself. Teacher Sophina, do you need to check other rooms?"

"Um, yes. The college needs to check the rooms in case of danger. Take care of yourselves, I'll be going."

"Teacher, take care." Luo saw her out.

Sophina walked to the door and looked at Ice Zhiye again. Although he was smiling, she felt something was off: "Are you really okay? You look very pale."

"No, no, Teacher, you're busy."

Sophina was still worried and returned to his bed. Upon closer inspection, she noticed cold sweat on his forehead: "No, you're sick, aren't you?"

Ice Zhiye clenched his fists, his body trembling uncontrollably, forcing a smile: "No, I... I... I..." He couldn't hold it any longer, spitting a mouthful of blood onto Sophina and fainting.

Luo was panic-stricken, not knowing what happened: "Hey, Ice Zhiye, what's wrong with you?"

Qin was also terrified: "Teacher, he won't die, will he!"

Sophina, covered in blood, was at a loss: "Ice Zhiye, Ice Zhiye!" She called out twice with no response, quickly carrying him downstairs and running to the hospital. But she suddenly stopped, holding him, looking down at him with doubt, surprise, and disbelief...

The night was almost over, and a few people were gathered around a doll's corpse in a laboratory.

Spalrik reported to the dean, "The people we caught have been interrogated. They were all controlled by mind control magic, and no one saw what the controller looked like."

Another person said, "The craftsmanship of the dolls on the table is not very good. I've examined and compared them, and they were made by about a dozen different people. These dolls were not uniformly made. I also checked the 'consciousness construction' and 'mind reshaping' external arrays inside them, and they are all different in terms of array type and technique. It seems they were deliberately made this way to confuse us."

Kiram nodded lightly.

Spalrik thought for a moment, "The person who launched this attack must be a well-funded organization or gang. Although the dolls are not very well-made, the cost of making hundreds of them is not small. The purpose was to distract us for a while to help with the theft."

Kiram was silent for a moment, "So, there are no clues at all?"

Another person said, "They acted with a plan, leaving few clues. We have increased the number of people investigating."

"That's not enough, I want results." Kiram's face was stern, "It's embarrassing to say that Kulantin has been infiltrated by thieves twice. If it weren't for Teacher Vasiliev, who knows what would have happened. Forget it, I won't blame you. Just work harder."

The next morning.

"Have you heard? What happened last night..." Early in the morning, students in the college were discussing non-stop.

"Cough... cough..." Ice Zhiye was still coughing up blood, his consciousness hazy, half asleep and half awake.

Sophina wiped the blood from his mouth with a towel, tears streaming down her face. This was in her dormitory. After bringing him back last night, she hadn't left his side, treating his injuries and taking care of him.

On the bedside table were a basin and many white towels, but these snow-white towels were now wet and red. Sophina's lips trembled, and her tears had been flowing for a long time.

There was no one else in the room, only a goblin holding a cup of milk, looking at them anxiously. Ice Zhiye, in a coma, was still instinctively moving under the thick blanket, but the massive blood loss had made it impossible for him to maintain his body temperature. Even in a coma, the pain made him frown.

"Don't move, don't move around." Sophina called out softly. She had used several fire element crystals around the bed to raise the room temperature, but Ice Zhiye's face was still pale and cold.

Ice Zhiye was restless in bed, the residual magic elements from the attack still tormenting him, his chest feeling heavy and nauseous.

Sophina helped him sit up, took the basin, and gently patted his back, "Vomit, get it all out." Before she finished speaking, Ice Zhiye vomited a thick clot of blood and fell back to sleep.

Sophina wiped his mouth clean again and handed the blood-stained basin to the goblin.

The green-skinned goblin with white hair knew what to do. It was a trained household servant that Sophina had bought for 120 gold from the market. After washing the basin, it looked at Sophina anxiously.

Sophina put a few candy beans in its small hand. She knew she couldn't keep this up; her treatment methods were limited, and Ice Zhiye's life was in danger. After much thought, she decided to find medical personnel. She squatted down and said to the goblin, which was less than half a meter tall, "Take care of him as I did, and I'll bring you something good when I come back."

The goblin nodded. They not only understood human speech but were also smart enough to learn a few words.

In the college's medical building, Luo and Conielya visited Wayne as usual. Wayne was much better, laughing and chatting with them. Suddenly, four or five doctors and nurses pushed a medical stretcher into the room. This was a double room in the intensive care unit, where only serious cases were admitted.

Conielya was startled to see that the person accompanying them was the current head of the Christin family, Shavallo: "Could it be that he is injured?"

Bimoye had just come out of the emergency room and was still unconscious. Although Shavallo was a battlefield hero and a high-ranking official, he couldn't hide his concern for his beloved grandson: "Doctor, how is my grandson?"

The attending doctor looked at the medical chart in his hand, "Don't worry, there's no danger to his life, but his injuries are severe. He has 14 puncture wounds, fortunately, none of them hit vital organs. His chest was also hit hard, breaking 7 ribs, and his internal organs are also injured."

Conielya was shocked, covering her mouth, and saw Bimoye lying on the medical bed, his entire body wrapped in bandages, only his head exposed.

The doctor continued, "Your grandson's injuries can be completely healed, don't worry."

Shavallo was relieved to hear this.