Chapter 11: Sister Zhou Yun (Please give flowers, bookmark, and evaluation votes)

Lijiang City is a small prefecture-level city under Suhang Province.

It doesn't cover a large area.

Because of that, the holy six-winged angel that descended over Second High School in the afternoon was seen by virtually every citizen of Lijiang City.

And as time passed, the news that the student from Second High School who had triggered a divine miracle and changed class into a Holy Knight quickly spread throughout the entire city.

Lijiang City was not without people who had changed class into hidden professions.

But for a hidden-class changer like this, one who triggered a divine miracle, to appear in their little backwater—

In the history of Lijiang City, this truly was a first.

Thus, many factions and media outlets caught the scent and began gathering every piece of information on Zhou Yi.

Hoping to take the chance to recruit him and get publicity.

Zhou Yi had anticipated this much.

And his response was extremely simple.

That was: turn off the phone.

With the phone off, the only way to find him was to show up in person.

And the place he lived was extremely out of the way—whether they could even find it was uncertain.

Facts proved his countermeasure extremely effective.

Until he left his rented room and headed to the hospital, no one had tracked him down.

Lijiang City First People's Hospital.

Zhuyuan Force, fourth floor, Ward 403.

On Bed 2, a middle-school girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen sat with her back against the headboard, holding some needle and thread in her hands, seemingly weaving something.

This girl had arched willow brows and clear, spirited eyes; even in a drab hospital gown, one could tell she was a genuine beauty in the making.

However, the fly in the ointment was her complexion—utterly lacking the rosy flush of an ordinary person, instead tinged with a sickly pallor.

This person was precisely Zhou Yi's younger sister, Zhou Yun.

"Xiaoyun, time to take your medicine."

A tall, slender nurse walked in carrying a tray with medicine on it.

"Sister Wang, just a moment longer—I'm almost done here."

Zhou Yun stared intently at the fine needle in her hand; under her control, a woven ornament was gradually taking shape.

It was an adorable yarn rabbit.

"Honestly, you're already this sick, and you still won't rest properly?"

Sister Wang set the tray aside with a touch of helplessness.

This was not the first time something like this had happened.