The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 619 - 616: Severely Injured Little Xinzhuo

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Chapter 619: Chapter 616: Severely Injured Little Xinzhuo

Surrounding the scene, there was no supervisor in sight. Little Xinzhuo lay on the ground, with a relentless flow of blood from his abdomen. His diminutive frame was sprawled on the earth, his complexion deathly pale, blood soaking his clothes crimson.

"Ah Zhuo!"

Xin Lin rushed forward, parting the crowd.

"Xin Lin, this is the Yuheng Class’s classroom, what are you doing here?"

Chu Miaoyun’s face showed a hint of unnaturalness upon seeing Xin Lin.

"Who did this!"

Xin Lin’s gaze swept over the surrounding students, who all remained silent.

"He was no match for me. During our Spirit Art duel, I injured him," Chu Miaoyun stated without the slightest trace of guilt.

"No supervisor present and you engaged in a private duel?"

Xin Lin sharply interrogated her.

Chu Miaoyun was at a loss for words for a moment.

Truth be told, the Spiritual Technique Class had already finished.

Chu Miaoyun took advantage of the supervisor’s absence to provoke Little Xinzhuo, who couldn’t tolerate it and thus initiated the fight.

After acquiring her Spirit Root, Chu Miaoyun’s cultivation had surged, and with her secret practice of Spirit Arts, this was how Little Xinzhuo ended up injured.

The other onlooking students panicked at the sight of Xinzhuo’s injury, but with Chu Miaoyun and others present, they dared not call for help and could only watch Little Xinzhuo bleed out unconscious.

"He struck first; I was merely defending myself rightfully, am I not?"

Chu Miaoyun looked around, prompting the crowd to hasten in agreement.

Chu Miaoyun and Little Xinzhuo were both assigned to the Yuheng Class. Initially, Chu Miaoyun was somewhat cautious due to Little Xinzhuo’s identity.

After all, the other was a Prince, of Royal blood.

But just a few days ago, the Third Prince hinted that she should take action to teach Little Xinzhuo a lesson, assuring her that he would take care of all consequences.

Today’s lesson involved learning a new Spirit Art, which Little Xinzhuo had grasped better than Chu Miaoyun, earning the supervisor’s reward. This left Chu Miaoyun very dissatisfied, paving the way for the subsequent provocation.

"Truth or falsehood will be known once Ah Zhuo awakens."

Xin Lin glared fiercely at Chu Miaoyun. Ah Zhuo’s injury was severe, especially the bleeding; if not stopped soon, even rushing to the School Clinic would be too late.

Xin Lin pulled a needle pack from her waist and started to clean the wound and stop Ah Zhuo’s bleeding.

"Miao Yun? It’s not actually going to result in death, is it?"

Several older students who assisted Chu Miaoyun expressed their worry.

Chu Miaoyun scoffed.

A death would be just fine.

Did she truly believe, with that demeanor, that she could save Xinzhuo?

For such blood loss, one must either take an Elixir Pill or apply external medicine.

In little Xinzhuo’s case, taking pills was impossible, and external application wouldn’t stem the blood flow.

Chu Miaoyun, with malicious thoughts, purposefully blocked people from seeking the School Doctor after injuring Xinzhuo.

With blood flowing for so long, death was certain.

Without living witnesses, she could firmly argue that it was Little Xinzhuo who initiated the confrontation.

The Emperor had so many Princes; who would remember one that was not favored? At worst, she’d face a few months of strict confinement by her father.

If the Third Prince found out she helped deal with Little Xinzhuo, he would certainly regard her differently, and the spot of Princess Consort would finally be within her grasp.

But just as Chu Miaoyun was feeling triumphant, she glanced again at Xinzhuo.

The blood from underneath Little Xinzhuo’s abdomen was decreasing.

Looking at Xin Lin, she noticed her hand flash with something, and Little Xinzhuo’s bleeding had ceased.

Observing Xin Lin again, she pressed down on Little Xinzhuo’s Renzhong acupoint; Little Xinzhuo’s eyelashes flickered, and he slowly regained stable breathing, recovering a trace of consciousness.

How is this possible!

She had actually stopped the bleeding without using any Elixir Pills!

Chu Miaoyun wore a face full of shock.

Such injuries, even if her father were here, would likely require some intervention, even the use of some superior Elixir Pills, but Xin Lin, she...