Chapter 7 (1/2)

I quickly went over and helped Zhang Qingqing up. I don't know what happened. She was fine just now. Suddenly she seemed to be ill.

”Then help me to go to the school doctor.”

Zhang Qingqing is absolutely not allowed to touch her on weekdays. It is estimated that she is really uncomfortable today. She didn't resist being supported by me.

”Well”

I helped her with an arm and carefully helped her out of the office. When I went to the school doctor's room, I found that the school doctor was not in. At this time, Zhang Qingqing's pain is more severe. She can't stand stably. The whole person is soft next to me. Her face is white. The cold sweat on her forehead keeps falling down, which makes people feel pathetic.

I gritted my teeth and said, ”Mr. Zhang, it's dinner time. The school doctor doesn't know where to go. Why don't I take you to the hospital quickly.”

Zhang Qingqing said weakly, ”yes.”

I helped her walk slowly for a few steps. Seeing that she looked worse and worse, I looked worried and said, ”when can I get to the hospital, I'd better carry you on my back.”

Then, regardless of whether she agreed or not, she directly forced her back.

My physical quality was OK. I trotted all the way with Zhang Qingqing on my back to the school gate. Old man Xu, the gatekeeper of the guard room, saw it and hurried out to ask what was going on?

I said Mr. Zhang was ill and had to go to the hospital. Old man Xu quickly opened the door and helped recruit a taxi. I helped Zhang Qingqing get on the bus and asked the driver to take us to the people's hospital.

At the gate of the hospital, I carried Zhang Qingqing on my back again and hurried to the hall. Because I was in a hurry, I stumbled carelessly at the stairs at the door of the hall. My right knee knelt heavily on the steps. The pain made me cry. Zhang Qingqing was also startled and asked me if I was all right?

I shook my head, endured the pain in my knee, pouted and limped into the hospital hall with Zhang Qingqing on my back. The nurse on duty saw me and hurried to help.

Two nurses helped Zhang Qingqing to the emergency room. I went to register. After I was busy, I went to see Zhang Qingqing. The doctor said she had acute gastritis and prescribed painkillers and some stomach medicine for her. I took the medicine list given by the doctor and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine. Then I found boiled water and took it for Zhang Qingqing.

Zhang Qingqing took the medicine and sat on the bench in the hospital corridor for a while. Her face slowly improved. She looked at me with complex eyes, moved her lips and said, ”thank you.”

I scratched my hair and said, ”you're welcome.”

Then we stopped talking and fell into an awkward atmosphere.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qingqing suddenly remembered something. She glanced at my leg, pointed to my knee and asked, ”is your knee okay?”

After listening, I remembered the injury on my knee. I forgot it if she didn't say it.

I sat down on the bench, gently lifted up my trouser legs, accidentally touched the wound on my knee, and I grinned with pain. After I lifted up my trouser legs, I found that my knees were bruised and bruised. There was a big lump, black and blue, with a trace of bruised blood on it.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingqing hurriedly said, ”ah, it's all bruised and swollen. Hurry to find a doctor to help you.”

I pouted and went to see the surgeon. The surgeon was very busy. There were five or six tattooed men sitting on the bench at the door. These guys were obviously gangsters in the society. Looking at the blood all over them, it was obvious that they had just finished the fight and came to the hospital to bandage their wounds.

I hung up later than them, so I had to wait for the doctor to see them before it was my turn.

At this time, I heard one of the gangsters teaching his younger brother. The guy had a cigarette in his mouth and said carelessly: ”You'll all remember that when you come out of society, stress is a cruel word. If you meet a difficult person, you'll have to fight him to the end; if you meet a fierce person, you'll be more fierce than him. If you counsel in the right direction, you may be riding on your head all your life...”

While listening to the experience of this social gangster, I couldn't help thinking of Qin Yonglai. That guy is the kind of person who is very fierce and difficult to deal with. Tomorrow is Thursday, which is also the deadline for Qin Yong to ask me for money. I certainly can't take out the money, or I should become stronger as this gangster said, so that I won't be bullied.

After waiting for a long time, the gangsters finally finished seeing the doctor and left. The surgeon examined the injury on my knee, then asked the nurse to disinfect and clean it for me, then prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and told me some matters to pay attention to. After doing it, it was more than 7 p.m.

Zhang Qingqing saw me come back with a pucker. For the first time, her cold face showed concern. She stood up and asked, ”are your feet all right?”