Albert looked at Victor lying on the hospital bed and couldn't help laughing as he scolded him.
"You brat! You nearly lost your life, yet the first thing you think about after waking up is how to squeeze more benefits out of the academy?"
"Vice Dean, you can't put it like that."
Victor leaned against his pillow, his expression perfectly serious.
"I risked my life fighting a Level 45 Second Tier magical beast to save the academy's students. Surely you can't expect me to pay my own medical expenses?"
"Naturally, the academy will cover your medical expenses."
"What about compensation for emotional distress?"
"..."
"And there's the damage to my weapon, the recovery potions I used, and the cultivation time I lost while saving everyone."
The corners of Albert's mouth twitched slightly.
The two instructors standing behind him exchanged glances, momentarily unsure of what to say.
