I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 241: Chapter241-Asleep

After John was taken to the hospital, the best doctors and diagnostic equipment were immediately arranged for a comprehensive examination.

The hospital doctors were startled to see nearly all the nobles of the alliance waiting outside, and even their hands trembled while examining John.

What kind of background did this young man have to command the anxious vigil of so many wealthy individuals?

Each noble looked serious, as if failing to cure this boy would spell disaster for them.

"Immediately conduct a full body examination on this child! Use the best of everything! Don't worry about the costs."

"Why are you still standing around? Do you know how to conduct an examination or not? If you don't, I will have my personal doctor come over."

"Why hasn't he been taken care of yet?"

One voice after another rose, causing the doctors to sweat profusely.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are all very worried about John, but please, I ask you to leave now and not interfere with the medical staff, alright?"

Benedict, representing the academy, also arrived and seeing the nobles so agitated, quickly stepped in to take charge.

The nobles kept talking incessantly, overwhelming the medical staff to the point of dizziness.

How could they possibly focus on giving John a proper examination under these conditions?

Hearing Benedict's words, the doctor felt like he had found a savior, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, yes, we will conduct a thorough examination, please rest assured. We'll start right now; just give us a moment, please."

The doctor, as if chased by someone, hurried to the examination room.

They used the most advanced and best equipment in the alliance to thoroughly check John.

However, upon seeing the final results of the examination, the doctors looked at each other in dismay, falling into an involuntary silence.

With a grave expression, the doctor emerged with the results.

The nobles, who had been anxiously waiting outside, saw his somber face and their hearts jumped to their throats.

"How is it? What are the results of the examination? Is there something wrong? Does he need medication or some other treatment?"

"What exactly are the results? Please, tell us!"

"Yes, whatever medicine is needed, just use it. Don't worry about the cost!"

Seeing the doctor's troubled expression, everyone immediately became tense, fearing the worst for John.

They were joking!

This was their children's lifesaver!

No matter how much they had disliked John before, now they truly needed to ensure he was well cared for.

Otherwise, it would be utterly disgraceful to be accused of ingratitude.

Seeing how anxious the crowd was, the doctor was just about to speak when he was interrupted again.

"What exactly is going on? Why are you hesitating so much in speaking?"

"Yeah, what's the situation? Can you treat him or not? If you can't, I'll have my personal doctor come over. Don't waste time here!"

"Maybe we should just move him to my house; my doctor is quite capable."

The nobles spoke over each other, hardly leaving any room for the doctor to speak.

Eventually, Benedict, noticing that the situation was getting out of hand, asked everyone to leave and thus rescued the doctor from the barrage.

"Doctor, what exactly is the condition of my student?"

Benedict also pressed, his own worry evident in his voice.

The doctor, somewhat helplessly, chuckled.

"We've conducted a full examination and found that this young man has no problems at all; he's just asleep."

Asleep?

A puzzled expression crossed Benedict's face.

But seeing the serious look on the doctor's face, he realized this was not a joke; the boy was truly just asleep.

Even the surrounding nobles were baffled upon hearing this.

Asleep??

They had been unable to wake him with their calls, and he had seemed as though he had passed out, leading them to fear the worst.

But now they were being told he was only sleeping? That was utterly preposterous.

The group exchanged looks, momentarily at a loss for words.

Benedict, though bemused, decided to smooth things over.

"Since the young man is exhausted and has fallen asleep, let's not disturb him further. If anything comes up, I can notify you just the same."

Although the nobles were still somewhat uneasy, Benedict's statement settled the matter for now, and they really couldn't say much more.

They suppressed their worries.

"Please make sure to tell us if anything happens, no matter how far."

"Yes, we won't be going anywhere for a while. We'll just stay at home waiting for your updates. Just let us know as soon as anything comes up."

The nobles unanimously expressed their concerns, with one thing on their minds: if any issue arose concerning John, they would certainly come.

Seeing their responses, Benedict also felt a slight relief; at least this showed they were willing to make a stand on this matter.

John lay in bed, and Benedict couldn't help but sigh softly, amused by how deeply John could sleep.

They were all in a frenzy over him, yet there he was, sleeping soundly.

He chuckled quietly.

"Victor, I finally understand why you made a point of asking me to keep an eye on this boy."

Indeed, the child was exceptionally talented and truly outstanding.

He had managed to resolve such a critical situation.

What would come next was still uncertain, but one thing was clear: with the support of so many nobles this time, whatever he chose to do in the future would likely be smooth sailing.

John had no idea how long he had been asleep, only feeling incredibly groggy.

His mind sea began to feel depleted, and a severe headache forced him to rely on sleep to recuperate somewhat.

After what seemed like an age, he finally woke up.

Gazing at the stark white ceiling, and the snow-white bed sheets and curtains around him, he felt disoriented.

Where was this?

Why did it seem that every time he woke up recently, it was in some strange place?

"You're finally awake."

A very familiar voice came from beside him.

"I thought you were going to sleep yourself to death this time."

John turned his head in slight confusion and saw Seraphina, who had been in the hospital room without his notice.

She was holding an apple and a knife, seemingly undecided whether she was going to peel the apple or something else entirely.

"You don't realize that you've truly become famous now; you've become the savior of the entire alliance's younger generation," Seraphina said, her smile teasing yet with a hint of sarcasm.

"Everyone who participated in this academy selection owes you their life; that's a huge debt of gratitude. From now on, you won't have any trouble wherever you go."

As Seraphina talked non-stop, John felt an intense headache and involuntarily closed his eyes.

"Don't want to hear me talk anymore?"

Seraphina joked, looking at John, yet feeling a bit sour inside.

"If you don't want to listen, that's fine. I just came because my dad asked me to make sure you were alright, and I'll be leaving now."

Though she said she would leave, Seraphina didn't move; instead, she remained seated, as if waiting for something.

John looked at Seraphina somewhat bewilderedly, slightly opening his mouth as if trying to say something.

A sense of anticipation inexplicably rose in Seraphina's heart.

What would John's first words be after waking up?

John moistened his lips with his tongue, his voice slightly hoarse.

Looking sincerely at Seraphina, he said, "Could you get me a glass of water, please?"