This was an independent meeting of the academy's Mech Combat Department. It was an organization that managed the affairs of the Combat Department, one of the more than ten departments in the Blackboard Academy. It was basically a basic meeting, but it had the power to decide the payment.
"Nonosiva? After the Mech inspection, it was confirmed that the accident was not caused by the Mech's malfunction. There was no problem with the site appraisal as well. We should not be held responsible. "A middle-aged woman wearing glasses nodded in agreement.
"I don't think it's appropriate." Instructor Hamm frowned and said. "According to the rules of the Academy, the academy should bear the basic medical expenses for injuries sustained during the course. This is the basic insurance that students should pay for after paying so much tuition every year."
"But our department's funds are tight now. Look at this information … Nerve repair surgery." The head instructor frowned as he picked up a piece of white paper and glanced at it. "This surgery costs a lot. If we pay in full, it might affect this year's performance bonus …"
"The head instructor's words are reasonable."
"The compensation is not on our side no matter what. We shouldn't be the one to pay. "
"I agree with the head instructor's suggestion."
Everyone present were instructors and instructors of the academy. They were the most basic teachers in the academy. Once they heard that it involved their own interests, they immediately spoke up.
Instructor Hamm's expression was a little ugly.
"This isn't right. It's a blatant violation of the Academy's rules …"
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Without funds, rules are just a piece of paper. It's not that we're not doing anything, it's just that we don't have the ability." The vice head instructor shrugged helplessly.
"That's right, Instructor Hamm. You can't affect everyone's lives just because of one student in your class." Someone spoke up in dissatisfaction.
Hamm glanced around and his gaze finally landed on Instructor Head Dylan's face.
"He was injured during the course assessment. Does the academy plan to ignore him and let him die on his own? Won't this disappoint all the students in the academy? "He said loudly.
Instructor Head Dylan frowned slightly.
"Hamm, you have to remember that this is the Blackboard Academy. Disappoint? What's there to be disillusioned about? There are plenty of people who want to squeeze their way in. Those who are disillusioned can just get lost. Survival of the fittest, natural selection. This is the highest rule of the Academy. "
"I don't agree with you!" Hamm's voice grew louder. "Since we signed the admission contract, we have to take responsibility for the students! If the students of the academy find out about this, the consequences will be unimaginable! "He tried to convince the head instructor.
"Alright, you don't have to say anything else. The allocation for this time has been decided." Head Instructor Dylan raised his hand and exchanged glances with the other instructors.
"Head Instructor!" Hamm abruptly stood up.
"There's no need to say more." Dylan glanced at him indifferently. "Next is the second item. The higher-ups have passed down an order. Recently, a wanted criminal from the Federation might pass by Blackboard. After everyone returns, inform the students to be careful when they go out and avoid troublesome places. Regarding the establishment of a branch in the East Campus, the plan from last time can be brought up …"
Hamm was furious. He scanned the room and found that the few teachers who were familiar with him were avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, his heart trembled.
"Good! Very good! "
He suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to leave.
*****
In the hospital corridor.
"We can't delay the payment of the surgery fees." The doctor frowned and said to Instructor Hamm, "It's already been two weeks. If this drags on, it'll be too late even if the surgery is done. Has the allocation for your side not arrived yet? "
Hamm's face was gloomy as he nodded.
"If this continues, the situation will probably get worse. If that child's nerves can't be repaired in time, he might even have problems walking in the future." The doctor was a little impatient. "At first, we agreed to prepare the surgical measures for the sake of Blackboard Academy. However, it's been so long and the funds still haven't arrived. It's almost time for us to pre-order the medicine. What do you want us to do?"
Hamm was silent. He had been teaching for so many years and the most promising students in the class were the number one Fervale and number three Nonosiva. Now, an outstanding student who might become a real Mech Master in the future could be delayed for the rest of his life because of the surgery fees. Even he felt very uncomfortable. This kind of experience made him faintly recall his own experience. At that time, no one gave him any support and he had to rely on himself to survive. However, in the end, his life was saved but his original Willpower was reduced by more than half due to the serious injury. In the end, he could only retire and come to the academy to be a normal instructor.
"Trust me." He took a deep breath and made up his mind. "The funds will be sent soon. I'll go and urge them. It should be here by tomorrow!"
"Are you sure?" The doctor was a little doubtful.
"I'm sure! You guys should prepare for the surgery! "Hamm lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
It wasn't the first time anyway. Who cares! Wasn't it just smoking less and saving more money?
He simply felt at ease.
"Alright, I'll trust you one more time." The doctor was familiar with him and nodded. "Then I'll go and inform the operating room first. Oh right, smoking is prohibited here! "
"Okay."
Hamm nodded. He fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt on the trash can beside him.
*****
Garon lay in the ward. He still couldn't speak and could only make muffled sounds. He could still blink but other than that, he couldn't do anything else.
The injuries on this body were too deep and couldn't be healed in a short period of time.
Beside him, his younger brother was carefully peeling a white pear.
Garon couldn't move either and could only wait for the Soul Seed to heal his body naturally. Looking at his younger brother named Lon, his face had lost a lot of its original timidity. Instead, it had gained a little bit of confidence.
"Brother, you have to get better soon. Hospitalization expenses are so high every day. Our family's income has been low recently …" the younger brother muttered softly like a little housekeeper.
This guy was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but he looked like he was malnourished. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. His black hair hung down and covered half of his face all day long. He liked to keep his head down and wore large-framed glasses. It was impossible to see his face clearly. His skin was sickly pale.
He gave people the impression that he was timid and didn't look like a man at all!
Because of this, he was often scolded and beaten by Nonosiva, who despised him for embarrassing himself. However, this younger brother never resisted.
He didn't expect that this younger brother who was always bullied in the past would be the one who took care of him the most now. Even his other sister didn't do as much as he did.
"What's his name again?" Garon thought to himself. "Lon? Karen? Or something else? "
He didn't absorb much of Nonosiva's soul fragments so he wasn't clear about many things now.
Only when his family came over and he chatted with his younger brother and sister could he get some information from it.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in," the younger brother stood up and said softly.
With a hiss, the door opened gently and Instructor Hamm walked in.
"Prepare for the surgery tomorrow. Nono, be prepared," he looked at Nono on the bed and said in a low voice.
Garon blinked, indicating that he understood.
"The Academy's medical expenses have been successfully reimbursed. After the surgery, there's still a period of recovery. Rest well in the hospital and don't think about anything else. With your progress, there are many things that you don't have to worry about." Hamm tried to make his tone gentler even though he really didn't know how to comfort people.
"Thank you, Uncle Hamm." The younger brother on the side quickly bowed to express his gratitude. He only spoke a little louder but his face and neck were all red.
"You're called Baylon, right? Good boy." Hamm patted his younger brother's shoulder and nodded. "Alright, I have to go back to the Academy first. Take good care of your brother."
"I … I know …" Baylon's voice was stuttering.
"It's not good for a man to be too shy!" Hamm was amused by Baylon.
After Hamm left, Baylon closed the door and immediately let out an uncontrollable cheer.
"The surgery expenses have finally been reimbursed!" He returned to the bed. "It's all thanks to Uncle Hamm!"
Garon blinked and agreed.
"Brother, you'll get better soon," Baylon said seriously. However, when he saw Garon's gaze move over and stare at him, he immediately shrank back in fear. It was obvious that he had recalled Nonosiva's bad temper in the past.
After receiving this good news, Garon let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
He could indeed heal this body, but it would consume too much of his Soul Seed. The loss outweighed the gain and it would take a long time. Now that he had the assistance of the surgery, he should be able to recover his health and control his body in the shortest time possible.
However, he also saw something in Instructor Hamm's eyes just now. There seemed to be something more to the medical expenses.
In the afternoon, his parents rushed back and paid the hospitalization fees with a tired face. They rested on the bed for a while and reminded his younger brother, Baylon, to take good care of his brother. After knowing that the surgery expenses were reimbursed, the whole family was unusually happy and relieved.
On the other hand, his sister seemed to be afraid of Nono and did not come often. He heard from his parents that she liked to go out recently and no one knew what she was doing. They were busy working overtime recently and did not have time to take care of her. It was fine as long as she came home on time to eat and sleep.
Everything was progressing in a good direction.
*****
The cold moonlight shrouded the entire Blackboard City in a silver veil.
On a certain night market street in Blackboard City
Maglev cars constantly streaked across the street, their headlights flickering. Drunkards could occasionally be seen on the sidewalks on both sides of the street. They were staggering as they walked, humming a messy tune.
Between the black buildings on the street, more than ten black shadows could be seen faintly. They were jumping between the black buildings at a very fast speed.
Every time these black shadows landed, they would not make a sound on the roofs or the walls of the buildings. They were like spiders, landing softly and attaching themselves to something. Then, they would fall off softly and jump in another direction.
They were leaping through the air. The pedestrians and cars below did not notice their presence at all.
"Be careful!"
A voice rang in the ears of one of the jumping black shadows.
"Take care of yourself!"
It single-handedly used the device on its hand to stick itself to the wall and looked around. After burning itself, it suddenly jumped and directly crashed into the glass window of the building opposite it.
Crash!!
An ear-piercing alarm suddenly sounded. Red light flashed and covered the entire floor.
The black shadow rolled a few times to avoid the laser red light scanning. It dodged nimbly and silently like a leopard cat and arrived in front of a safe. It reached out and flicked a thin needle, stabbing it directly into the safe.
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