The medical station at the edge of the examination plaza was efficient in the way that facilities serving large-scale hunter assessments had to be. Two healers, a recovery bed, and approximately twenty minutes. The torn muscle in Lin Yi's left arm was addressed cleanly. Not fully restored, the healer was honest about that, deep muscle damage needed proper rest alongside treatment, not just a single session of recovery magic. But the arm was stabilized, the pain reduced from distracting to ignorable, and the grip strength was back enough that it would hold a weapon.
Wang Hao watched the whole process from the doorway with his arms folded and the expression of someone supervising something important. When it was done he nodded once as though he had personally ensured a good outcome and said, "Good. Now the principal wants everyone gathered."
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