Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 775  Chapter 179.2 - Violence

Astron sat on the infirmary bed, his posture stiff yet deliberate, as the medics worked around him. The sterile scent of antiseptics and the faint hum of mana-infused medical equipment filled the air. His black hair clung to his forehead, damp from sweat and dried blood, but his purple eyes remained sharp, unyielding. 
A medic—a middle-aged woman with steady hands and a calm demeanor—dabbed at the wounds on his face with a glowing cloth. Her brows furrowed slightly as she examined the gashes and bruises. "Your injuries have healed remarkably well," she said, her tone professional yet curious. "Did you take a potion before arriving here?" 
"Yes," Astron replied curtly, his voice low but steady. 
The medic nodded, glancing at the empty vial he had discarded earlier. "I see. That explains part of it. But even so…" She paused, her gaze lingering on the faint scars that remained. "Your regenerative ability is impressive. The instructor mentioned you'd lost a considerable amount of blood, so we expected your injuries to be much worse." 
Astron reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, unassuming pill. He held it between his fingers, the faint shimmer of mana glinting off its surface. 
"Hmm?" The medic tilted her head, intrigued. "What's that?" 
As she grabbed and took a look, she realized what it was. "A defensive enhancement pill," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Once ingested, it temporarily bolsters the body's defenses, preventing severe injuries from worsening. It acts like a potion but doesn't directly heal. It buys time." 
She studied the pill, her expression shifting to one of understanding. "Smart," she remarked, nodding in approval. "With something like that, you mitigated the damage before it could become life-threatening. A practical choice, especially in situations like yours." 
Astron's lips pressed into a thin line, but he said nothing, slipping the pill back into his pocket. 
"You did well to carry something like that," the medic continued, her tone softening slightly. "It's clear you were prepared, Cadet. You've handled yourself well." She straightened, stepping back after finishing her inspection. "I understand. You're dismissed.