Meng Chijian was speechless for a long time before saying, "Then I'll have Xiao Jing come in to check. If you have serious injuries, then you really can't go to the academy."
Amian was stunned.
"It's not too late to tell the truth now."
A-Mian hesitated for a moment, "You swear I told the truth, you absolutely can't stop me from going to the academy."
Meng Chijian took a deep breath. "Go on."
She racked her brains, but couldn't come up with any other solution. Meng Chijian grabbed her left arm, and A-Mian had no choice but to say, "Swear it."
"Alright, no matter what I see, I will absolutely not make you skip the academy. Otherwise, you will be struck by lightning and reincarnated as a pig, horse, dog, or cat, and will never be able to be a human again."
Only then did A-Mian unbutton her clothes to show him her back—in fact, she didn't know how serious the injury was.
Meng Chijian gritted his teeth. He saw that on A Mian's originally fair back, down to her waist, there was a purplish-blue mark. The force was so great that it looked like a large shoe print.
"That guy named Zhao Fei ambushed me from a corner. When he saw me fighting with that guy surnamed Ji, he kicked me from behind."
Meng Chijian said slowly and deliberately, "You are not allowed to go to the academy tomorrow or the day after."
"But you just agreed to that!"
Meng Chijian took out the medicinal wine from the cabinet, poured it fiercely on A Mian's wound, and began to knead it without any tenderness: "God would better strike me dead now, so that I won't be angered to death by you."
Ah Mian squeaked and cried out.
"Go back once you're healed."
"Oh...be gentle!!"
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