Restore health
The entire live broadcast room was silent. The barrage of comments that were just full of jokes disappeared. Everyone was moved by Principal Zhang's deeds.
A moment later, the barrage broke out.
"I cried. Is there really such a great person in this world?"
"Principal Zhang! I think I saw her report on the news. Is she really that ill?"
"One person, one school, and the fate of over a thousand girls. This isn't a principal, this is a living Bodhisattva!"
"Damn it! I'm a 5'8" strong man, but I'm crying like a baby!"
"God Zhong! Please, please save Principal Zhang! Such a good person shouldn't have such an ending!"
The screen was filled with the words "Please God Zhong save Principal Zhang."
"I grant your wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ling snapped his fingers.
A drop of liquid flew out from her fingertips. It was the original juice of the World Tree. One drop could bring the dead back to life, turn bones into flesh, and restore vitality.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the principal's office at Dawasan Girls' High School.
A woman with half-white hair and a hunched body was leaning over the table correcting homework. She was coughing violently, and every breath sounded like pulling a bellows.
She is Zhangqiu.
Suddenly, a drop of liquid appeared out of nowhere and merged silently into her brow.
Zhang Qiu's body shook violently, and the pen in his hand fell onto the table.
She felt a warm current flowing from her eyebrows and flowing into her body. Wherever the warm current passed, all the pain in her body seemed to disappear.
The half-gray hair quickly turned black, the wrinkles on the face were smoothed out, and the hunched back was straightened.
But in just a dozen seconds, Zhang Qiu became younger and his body recovered to health.
Zhang Qiu stared blankly at his hands which had become smooth, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease in his body. For a moment he was at a loss.
"teacher!?"
Zhang Jing was in the school dormitory. She ran over to ask the teacher if he felt anything.
"Hey, Xiaojing." A strong voice came from the office.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jing appeared at the office door.
Zhang Jing was still holding her mobile phone in her hand. When she and all the viewers in the live broadcast room saw Zhang Qiu's appearance clearly, everyone was shocked.
"Teacher?" Zhang Jing couldn't believe her eyes.
The woman in front of me is completely different from before!
"Xiao Jing, I... I feel like all my illnesses are healed." Zhang Qiu couldn't believe it. How could he suddenly be healed?
The live broadcast room was completely boiling!
"What the hell! What the hell! Is he rejuvenated?"
"A miracle! This is definitely a miracle! Master Zhong is awesome (broken voice)!!!"
"That's great! Principal Zhang is fine! Woohoo! I'm crying again, this time out of joy!"
"Those who carry firewood for the people must not be frozen to death in the snow! Thank the bell god!"
Zhong Ling looked at the teacher and student hugging and crying in the video, and her cold voice sounded again.
"Good deeds will be rewarded; this is the law of nature."
After saying that, she disconnected the call and started the next one.
"Second microphone connection, start."
Zhong Ling pressed the microphone button.
The screen split into two, and a young man in blue overalls and with an anxious look on his face appeared on the screen.
He seemed to be in an activity room with cartoon pictures of pandas hanging on the wall.
"Zhong...Zhong Shen! Is that me? I'm connected?!" the young man stammered, his face flushed with excitement.
"Well," Zhong Ling took a sip of tea, "tell me, what's your wish?"
"God Zhong, please save our national treasure!" The young man was so anxious that he almost cried.
"I'm Wang Hao, a keeper at the Shudi Panda Base. Momo, the giant panda at our base, hasn't eaten or drunk anything for three days and just lies there listlessly.
We hired the best veterinarian and did all kinds of tests, but they couldn't find anything wrong. We were really at our wit's end!"
As soon as this was said, netizens became anxious.
"What? Something happened to Momo? She's our sweetheart!"
"Rescuing pandas? Why does it feel like a waste of talent?"
"What does the person above know? Pandas are national treasures. When a national treasure is in trouble, they ask for help from our Great Xia's national treasure. That's called professional matching!"
"Yes! We must save them! If anything happens to our national treasure, I'll cry for you all to see!"
After listening to this, Zhong Ling also became interested. She moved her mind slightly, and the live broadcast screen changed again. On the left was the keeper Wang Hao, and on the right appeared a giant panda.
It was curled up in the corner, with fresh bamboo shoots in front of it, but it didn't even look at them, with its head drooping.
"Little guy," Zhong Ling's voice appeared in the panda's mind, "What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
Momo the giant panda suddenly raised her head, and looked around blankly with her big eyes, as if looking for the source of the sound.
The next second, the audience in the live broadcast room heard Momo's inner thoughts.
【I miss Grandpa Li.】
His back scratches are the most comfortable. Without him, even bamboo shoots have lost their fragrance.
Wang Hao was stunned, and the audience in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.
"Level 10 Panda Language Translator?"
"Holy crap! I can actually hear what the panda is thinking! What kind of magical skill is this!"
"Who is Grandpa Li? Find Grandpa Li quickly!"
Zhong Ling glanced at the stunned Wang Hao and said calmly, "Isn't there an old breeder named Li who just retired at your base?"
Wang Hao nodded repeatedly as if waking from a dream. "Yes, yes, yes! Grandpa Li raised Momo for over ten years and just completed his retirement procedures last week. Could it be that Momo misses him?"
"Not only that," Zhong Ling's gaze fell on the panda, and her tone was smiling, "It also misses Grandpa Li's unique massage technique.
Three inches below the neck, massage in a clockwise direction with medium to high pressure, three circles, and pause.
Wang Hao listened blankly, then he came to Momo and began to massage her clumsily according to Zhong Ling's instructions.
Momo was a little resistant at first, but when Wang Hao's hand landed accurately on that position and began to massage, her body stiffened and then relaxed.
It hummed comfortably twice and even rubbed its back against Wang Hao's hand.
After a moment, it stood up unsteadily, walked to the pile of food, picked up the thickest bamboo shoot, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.
Wang Hao excitedly bowed to Zhong Ling: "Thank you, Master Zhong! Thank you so much!"
She nodded slightly, said nothing more, and directly cut off the microphone connection and started the third one.
This time, a haggard middle-aged woman appeared on the screen. She was dressed simply and had a sad expression.
"Mr. Zhong..." she began, her voice choking. "I just want justice for my son."
The woman's name was Liu Qin, and she recounted her son's experience in a halting manner.
Her son, Xiaojie, is both virtuous and academically excellent, and is her pride and hope.
A month ago, he jumped from the school rooftop and ended his life.
The school concluded that the child had suffered a mental breakdown due to excessive pressure from the college entrance examination, but when Liu Qin was sorting out her son's belongings, she found a diary that recorded his long-term bullying at the hands of three classmates.
"They tore up my books, stole my money, and called me a fatherless bastard. They said that trash like me shouldn't be alive in this world..." Liu Qin read the passages in her diary and burst into tears.
"I contacted their parents, but I couldn't afford to offend the parents of those three children, so the matter was suppressed. They even said I had mental problems and was trying to extort money."
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