It can be said that along the way, Gu Qingrong took him to the infirmary.
When she came in the infirmary, Teacher Lin was not there. The new female doctor, Simomo, was sorting out the medicine shelf. When she heard someone come in, she didn't look back and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"Sister Momo." Gu Qingrong made a noise.
Simomo stunned, put the last bottle of medicine in his hand back, turned around and looked at them.
The line of sight first fell on the hand they held...
Ximomo curved his eyebrow and smiled and said, "Presumably this is Zeng Tiao's classmate?"
She is really known by the whole school now...
Zeng passed quickly and nodded and shouted, "Hello, teacher, I have passed."
Say that finish, she hurriedly pulled out her hand from Gu Qingrong's hand, trying to hide something.
Simomo went to the chair, pulled it out and sat down. He pointed to the two chairs in front of him and said, "Who is uncomfortable with you?"
Opposite is a doctor, and here is a pair of men and women sitting down and beginning to talk about their fertility problems. This picture is too familiar. I have seen too many when I followed my old father to work in the hospital.
Zeng passed through Gu Qingrong's skirt, asked him to sit down, looked at Ximomo, shook his head and smiled and said, "He is not feeling well."
I don't know why, Zeng passed and always felt that since she and Gu Qingrong stepped into the infirmary, the female doctor in front of her mouth was faintly smiling.
The eyes and gossip brought a little gentleness, which was even softer than Teacher Lin looked at them.
Ximomo nodded, looked at Gu Qingrong and asked, "What's wrong?"
"He fell his hand and his elbow was bruised. Do you see?" Zeng passed and was also very worried. Before Gu Qingrong could answer, he took the initiative to raise his left hand, lift his sleeve and open it to Ximomo.
"Let me see." Simomo grabbed his hand and pressed his finger gently on it. "Does this hurt?"
Gu Qingrong frowned: "It hurts, but it is not intolerable."
"Fortunately, the bone didn't crack, it was just bruised." Ximomo's tone was unhappy. "You, you can endure it at an early age, and you are also a child who has suffered."
"I am not small either. I am 23 years old this year."
"In my eyes, you students are dolls." Simomo got up and went to the medicine rack to take the medicine. "Some students know at a glance that they have never suffered, and they are fine-skinned and tender, and they come here to cry whenever there is a small wound. Just last week, a little boy in his freshman year broke his skin while playing. He didn't bleed, but there was some congestion. He cried and ran over to say that he was dying. Let me bandage him quickly. As soon as I see it, boy, the wound is as small as a fingerprint seam, and it can heal on his way here. "
At this point, she took an ice bag, cotton swabs and a bottle of medicine for promoting blood circ