Looking at the student who spoke with a trace of tears, Qin Zhilan immediately comforted him gently,
"It's fine. It'll be fine. It'll be fine!"
"You've already done very well."
As she spoke, an emerald green vine immediately grew out of Qin Zhilan's wrist and directly pierced into the arm of the teacher on the bed.
At the same time, the forest elf also slowly stepped forward and stretched out her hands, gently pressing them on the edge of this teacher's injured wound.
A green light appeared in the palm of the forest elf.
The light seemed to have a life of its own and began to quickly move along the forest elf's palm towards this teacher's wound.
As for the teacher whose face was originally pale and looked like he was about to die, traces of redness began to return to his face.
The bloody wound healed at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing such a magical scene, the few students had incredulous expressions.