Most of these children have normal intelligence, and are physically capable. They were well-educated, but the similarity lies in being abandoned by their families at a young age, or losing their parents for various reasons. All of them were adopted by the compassionate Harlan Quinn, who gave them a home and a complete childhood, making them feel fortunate.

"Class dismissed." Harlan Quinn tidied up the books on the desk, speaking gently with a warm smile on his mildly wrinkled face.

The children started tidying up their desks too, without loud chatter, as they felt class was a rare and enjoyable opportunity to learn knowledge, something to be cherished.

The children at the orphanage were well-educated by Harlan Quinn, and did not find class dismissal worth cheering for, only slackers would.

"Dean, can we go down and play ball?" A six-year-old boy hugged the basketball as he approached Harlan Quinn, who was about to leave the classroom, asking expectantly.

Before the dean could respond, ten-year-old Dianna walked over and sensibly said, "Xiaozhi, didn’t the dean say no ball games recently? That girl just woke up this morning, her body is weak and she needs to rest."

"But she woke up, didn’t she? After being unconscious for so many days, if we make a little noise, she might become even more awake." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Sensible Dianna was rendered speechless, "You..."

Yet Harlan Quinn smiled kindly, patting the heads of both the girl and the boy, saying, "It’s okay, go ahead, just keep it quiet."

"Thank you, Dean!" The young and shorter Xiaozhi made a cute face at Dianna.

Dianna also smiled as she watched his small figure leave with the ball.

Nine-year-old Julian passed by her and patted her on the shoulder, "Dianna, let’s go! Let’s play ball too!"

"I’m coming!!" Just then, Mina got up and ran to the door, "Julian, wait for me!"

Ten-year-old Dianna also stepped outside, with several children following closely, as play is also a child’s nature.

Dean Quinn built a simple basketball hoop for the children, always telling them to balance work and rest, while teaching them how to properly shoot hoops.

Harlan Quinn glanced back and saw that only five-year-old Sabina remained in the classroom. The little girl approached him, saying, "Dean, can I go with you to see that sister?"

She blinked her pretty big eyes, full of anticipation, with a soft, cute voice. She was rather quiet and very pretty.

She was too young, only five, couldn’t play basketball, and feared her brothers and sisters would step on her.

Harlan Quinn held her small hand lovingly, saying, "Let’s go, the dean will take you to see her."

The little cutie nodded and walked out of the classroom with the dean.

They went downstairs and headed to a certain room, standing at the door. Harlan Quinn gently knocked on the door, "Girl, may I come in? Are you asleep?"

"You may..." Jocelyn Morgan responded weakly, along with two coughs.

Harlan Quinn and Sabina exchanged smiles, gently pushed the door open, and entered. Her vital signs had stabilized.

Jocelyn Morgan had bandages wrapped around her forehead. She was sitting on a relatively simple but clean bed, covered with a floral quilt. She placed the cup of water in her hands onto the table, then looked at the incoming visitors.

"Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?" Harlan Quinn came to the bedside, kindly asking, "You were unconscious for two days, hurt your head and right leg. Although my herbal medicine works well, genuine recovery will take some time."

Yes, she had just woken up, half an hour ago Renee had come to, Harlan Quinn asked her to lie down and rest first, and would come to see her after finishing class.