Chapter 852 - What you see might not be the truth (2/2)

Now that the Qinghe University students were here, they had better not get recognized by them!

But what surprised Ren Xiaosu even more was that after the Qinghe University students got out of their vehicles, they carried the medical supplies straight into the medical center.

Yang Xiaojin said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, they’re all fourth-year students. I don’t think they’ll recognize us.”

When they were at Qinghe University, Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin were in their freshman year. Yang Xiaojin had always kept a low profile and did not interact with the others while Ren Xiaosu was in his armor when he rescued the Qinghe University students. So even if the students knew about them, they might not know what they looked like.

When Yang Xiaojin said that, Ren Xiaosu felt relieved.

Those several hundred students came to the entrance of the medical center in high spirits. But when they saw Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin, they were somewhat hesitant. That was because the two of them did not have their white coats on and looked a little too young to be doctors.

But that had nothing to do with them. What was most important was that they delivered the medical supplies to the doctors.

Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin went right back to their department’s office to have some tea and read the paper. Due to the fact that their department had played the most important role during the emergency treatments, it was located closest to the entrance.

As the students entered the medical center one after another, all of them had very excited looks on their faces.

However, when the students were greeted by the sight in the medical center, they were stunned. They had imagined this place to be a living hell where many wounded were lying in the hallways due to a shortage of beds. There should also have been a lot of people crying in pain.

The doctors in this medical center should be very busy as well.

But what they saw was an empty hallway in front of them, and the doctors were sitting inside their offices sipping tea and reading the paper. There were even some strange noises in the hallway.

“I call landlord.”

“I raise your bid.”

“I raise you further.”

“I’m the landlord!”

“A pair of threes!”

“Pass!”

The students were at a loss as they crowded around in the hallway with the supply boxes. Someone approached Ren Xiaosu, who was reading a copy of Hope Media’s newspaper, and asked, “Do you work in the medical center?”

Ren Xiaosu nodded. “Yes. Y’all must be here to send the material assistance, right? Thank you very much, but we have to wait for the medical center’s director to take them.”

But something unexpected happened. A male student questioned, “Didn’t they say the front line was being hard-pressed by the enemies? Where are the wounded? Why are there so few of them? The doctors here also have nothing to do. Aren’t they deceiving us?! We didn’t come all the way here just to watch you guys sip tea and read the paper.”

Ren Xiaosu frowned. “I know that y’all came here out of kindness, but what you see might not be the truth. Y’all should wait for the director to get here first before making any assumptions.”