Someone shouted, “Doctor! There’s an injured person over here!”
A man in a white coat immediately hurried over to Feng Guang with a medical kit in hand. He was the Hunter Association’s accompanying physician for this mission. Doctors, by nature, were devoted to saving lives, and because of that, he was able to treat even vampires with equal professionalism.
Now, seeing the bloodstain between the young girl’s legs and the almost pleading look on her face, he paused.
He crouched down, took out a bottle of antiseptic solution, and then glanced at Wen Xian standing nearby. Lowering his voice, he asked Feng Guang, “How long has it been since your last period?”
“Three weeks…” Feng Guang answered, her face pale. Her cycles had always been irregular, so when it was late this time, she had assumed it was normal. But in the current situation… She instinctively clutched her abdomen and asked carefully, “Doctor… will he be okay?”
Wen Xian assumed that the “he” she mentioned referred to Ming An.
“I don’t know,” the doctor replied honestly. “I can’t make a definite diagnosis right now. Try not to get anxious. Keep your emotions as steady as possible.”
Feng Guang frowned tightly. When a beautiful young woman showed such pain and distress, it easily stirred sympathy.
The doctor glanced around and, seeing no members of the Council of Elders nearby, asked quietly, “You’re a vampire. The young man next to you is a hunter?”
“Yes, I’m a hunter,” Wen Xian answered, still not understanding what was happening. “Doctor, is she seriously hurt?”
Feng Guang knew the doctor had misunderstood. She shook her head and softly said three words, “It’s not him.”
“Then the other person had better be a vampire as well,” the doctor said, noticing her tension and trying to soften his tone. “I can’t just give you medication casually. You’re very nervous right now. You need to work hard to stabilize your emotions. Generally speaking, what you’re experiencing is usually caused by stress and emotional instability. Don’t worry. A vampire’s body is stronger than a human’s—he won’t run into trouble so easily.”
The little black cat licked Feng Guang’s finger again and let out a soft meow. Looking at the kitten, Feng Guang suddenly remembered the first time she met Ming An. She slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself—not thinking about how the battle between Ming An and Yan Luo would end, but instead recalling the happy times they had shared.
Another hour passed quickly. As the pain in her abdomen gradually eased, Feng Guang finally let out a breath of relief.
At that moment, another group of people entered the gymnasium—more injured individuals. The doctor hurriedly told Feng Guang to take care and went to tend to the others. Among this new group were members of the Council of Elders.
Feng Guang tried her best to make herself inconspicuous, but given her status as a pureblood, it was impossible not to draw attention.
An elderly man in a black cloak walked up to her. Feng Guang remembered him. When she underwent her baptism at six years old, he had been present. He was the current head of the Council of Elders, Mo Feng.
He looked at her for a long moment before finally frowning.
Under immense pressure, Feng Guang forced herself to stand and managed a stiff smile. “President, hello.”
After a while, he spoke. “So you are the young lady of the Xia family. It’s been many years. You’ve grown so much.”
Purebloods were already rare, and back at her baptism ceremony, she had actually fallen asleep—something that had undoubtedly left a deep impression on Mo Feng.