Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 32 The wounds haven't healed, and the rain hasn't stopped.

"Let's focus on getting better first, then we'll talk about that."

After those words were spoken, the ward was silent for two seconds.

Mo Fan looked at Tang Yue, feeling as if he had sand stuck in his throat and a stone pressing on his chest, a heavy feeling in his heart.

He wanted to say something more sarcastic, but before he could even open his mouth, a dull pain shot through his shoulder, back, and ribs, making his vision go black for a moment.

But he still held on, his voice low and weak: "Then can I take that to mean—you haven't changed your mind?"

The slight redness at the base of Tang Yue's ears had just faded when it quietly crept back up again.

She glared at Mo Fan, as if changing the subject: "If you say another word, I'll have the doctor sew your mouth shut too."

Mo Fan twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to suppress a smile.

The next second, the wound was pulled open, and all the color drained from his face. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breathing became erratic.

Tang Yue's expression changed instantly. Instinctively, she reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, her palm against the outside of the bandage. Her movements were very gentle, but she wouldn't allow him to move even a little bit.

"Don't move," she said慌张地, "You're already like this and you still won't behave?"

Mo Fan was pushed back down, and the moment his back hit the pillow, he felt like his whole body was falling apart. Only then did he belatedly realize that he had truly been dragged back from the brink of death.

He looked at Tang Yue, who was so close to him, and wanted to say, "I haven't..." but he swallowed the words back.

It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I don't have the energy.

The ward remained quiet for a long time.

Tang Yue stood by the bed, looked at Mo Fan for a while, as if she wanted to say something, but the words that came out were: "I'm going to check the situation outside, and tell them not to rush in all at once. You stay put."

Mo Fan didn't reply, as if he was thinking about something.

She turned and walked to the door, paused for a moment, and said without turning back, "Mo Fan."

"Um?"

Tang Yue paused for half a second before whispering, "Get some rest."

The door closed gently, but the footsteps outside didn't immediately disappear.

Mo Fan lay on the bed, listening quietly.

The footsteps paused for two or three seconds before moving on.

The ward fell silent, with only Mo Fan's faint heartbeat remaining.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.

Only now did he truly have time to reflect on this bloody disaster.

In his memory, Bo City was a city torn apart, the old town like trampled mud, streets, buildings, corpses, and demons all mixed together. Not many people left the school, and one refuge after another fell. The cries could be heard from the south to the north of the city. That was the deepest scar in his previous life.

From then on, he disliked rain. Whenever it rained, he would always think of that night in Bocheng.

But this life is different.

This time, the evacuation of the crowd began ahead of schedule, and Xinxia and her father also left safely.

Although Bo City was ruined this time, and a section of the old town was torn apart, it did not become a playground for demons like it had in the previous life.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan finally felt a little relieved.

A low sob came from outside the stairwell, as if someone was covering their mouth but couldn't hold it in. The sound came through the door, intermittent, making one's heart ache.

Mo Fan kept his eyes open, but didn't move.

Many people still died.

Some people still couldn't escape.

Some people, however, never even had their bodies recovered.

He suddenly remembered an alley where rainwater poured down from the broken eaves. A woman holding a child fell into the water, and the military mages beside her were already bloodthirsty. The firelight illuminated half of the broken wall, and there were still people behind that hadn't had time to come out.

That wasn't a scene from his memory, but something he saw with his own eyes.

Having a second chance doesn't mean you can truly snatch every life back from the clutches of death.

Sometimes, fate is something that gets stuck at the last step.

Being one step earlier could have saved a life.

If you hesitate even a moment, there will be another corpse on the ground.

Mo Fan stared at the ceiling, which had been worn white by the putty powder, his throat felt dry, and his heart felt like it was being pressed down by a cold, heavy piece of iron.

I thought that if I could start over, I could change everything.

But only when you actually stand in this rain do you realize that fate is not something you can necessarily change just because you remember the future.

Footsteps echoed back and forth outside the ward, and the wheelchair rolled across the floor with a rapid scraping sound. A moment later, the door was pushed open a crack, and a nurse entered carrying medication, quickly applying it to his wound.

"Awake?" The nurse glanced at him, her tone gentler than her actions. "Young man, you look to be recovering well."

We just settled another group of survivors downstairs, and finally there are beds available at the temporary site to the south. You need to apply your medication on time, otherwise you'll be in pain and unable to sleep at night.

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Mo Fan's bandaged arm, and she couldn't help but add in a low voice, "You mages, you're all so reckless."

Mo Fan didn't reply, but just twitched the corner of his mouth.

When the nurse finished changing the dressing and left, two more figures stood at the door. Xue Musheng stood there, his clothes still wrinkled, as if he hadn't changed them for days, and he looked much older. He saw through the door that Mo Fan was awake, his lips moved, and finally he only whispered, "It's good that you're awake."

Then Zhou Min and Zhang Xiaohou arrived.

Zhang Xiaohou's eyes were red, and he clearly wanted to rush in, but the nurse stopped him.

"The patients need rest; they can't all go in!"

"I just want to take a look!" Zhang Xiaohou said in a low voice, extremely anxious.

Zhou Min stood to the side, her hair still wet, as if she had just run back from outside. She looked at Mo Fan through the door, pursed her lips, said nothing, and only nodded at him.

As Mo Fan looked at them, he suddenly felt a heavy weight in his heart, along with something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Just live.

It's good that it's still there.

Occasionally, cries and the sound of running footsteps could be heard from afar. The rescue operation was clearly still ongoing, and the entire hospital was stretched taut like a thread, never truly relaxing for a moment.

Time passed slowly, and the sky grew darker.

Mo Fan closed his eyes to rest, and in his half-asleep state, he suddenly noticed that it was quiet outside the door.

It's not that there's no one left.

The originally chaotic footsteps were suddenly silenced by an invisible pressure. Even the people talking in the corridor fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the ward door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure stood at the doorway, with a distinctive beard around his face.

Zhan Kong stood at the door, looked at Mo Fan for a few seconds as if to confirm whether the kid was awake or half-dead, before walking in and closing the door.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and pouted at his mouth.

"Ahem!"

"Is the brat awake yet?" Zhan Kong walked in, his voice not loud, but it immediately silenced the entire ward. "The official bonus for you has been issued. Before we talk about the specific amount, I have a few words to say to you."