C34 infirmary (1/2)

Lin Ya Shi's expression made Li Qiang uncomfortable. Just as Li Qiang wanted to say something, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach. He said, ”You should go back to the classroom first. My stomach hurts, I need to go to the hospital.”

Lin Ya Shi laughed, ”Have you gone stupid? Our school needs the infirmary. It's just a small matter like having a stomachache. You can go there.”

Li Qiang immediately nodded and said, ”Yes, you're right. I'm confused, I'll go right away!” As he spoke, he ran out.

Li Qiang quickly left the classroom and headed straight for the infirmary on the third floor. The infirmary was at the very end of the third floor and Li Qiang could smell the strong smell of disinfectant before he reached it.

Li Qiang frowned as he thought to himself, ”If it wasn't for the host's weak physique, I wouldn't be in this sort of place.” He walked up to the door and knocked on it carefully. A pleasant female voice rang out, ”Please come in.” Li Qiang was elated. He pushed open the door and entered. He saw a slim figure wearing a white coat sitting in front of him, writing something down.

Li Qiang said, ”Hello, Doctor. My stomach is hurting. How should I treat it?” The woman in front of him was about thirty years old, but she looked very pretty. From the open white coat, one could tell that she was wearing a white cardigan, a sky-blue skirt, dark brown stockings, and a pair of cute panda slippers. On the bridge of her nose, there were black-rimmed glasses, bright eyes, red lips, and her hair that fluttered in the wind.

This was because this woman was too good-looking. She caused Li Qiang to lose his soul and become speechless, not knowing what to say. The female doctor laughed, ”Little friend, how does your stomach hurt?” Li Qiang's heart turned cold as he thought to himself, ”How much older are you than me? How did I become a little friend?” He laughed, ”It hurts like a knife slicing through the stomach. It hurts.”

”Oh, it's probably because you've eaten something bad. Let me order a hanging bottle for you. You'll be fine very soon.” As she spoke, she went to prepare the medicine for Li Qiang.

Li Qiang felt strange in his heart. This guy didn't even look at it and wanted to beat him up. He was too disrespectful, at least so he could do some testing!

Li Qiang could only sit on the chair and look around the room. The doctor quickly gave him an injection and then sat down and continued writing. Li Qiang saw that her figure was excellent and the perfume smell continuously drifted over. He couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart. He didn't know why, but as time passed, he felt that the host's old ailment was affecting his consciousness.

This was the infirmary. There were many people coming and going, and there were often students coming to see her. This female doctor seemed to be more focused on what she had written and was very perfunctory towards her students' illnesses. She would prescribe some medicine and send them away.

Li Qiang was bored, so he chatted with the female doctor nonchalantly.

It turned out that the female doctor loved to compose. He was currently writing a long poem and was almost done writing it. He was just trying to figure out the details. Li Qiang stood up and went behind the female doctor to see what she had written.

The doctor's handwriting was very delicate and beautiful, but the level was not high, it was too petty. This was the direct feeling Li Qiang had after he finished reading that poem. However, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He actually saw the name of the doctor on it — Chen Yue.

Li Qiang was good at chatting, and thus he managed to get many things out of Chen Yue's mouth.

In the future, she would be a poet or writer, but her family was a family of medicine, so she had to go to medical school. Chen Yue had no choice but to go to medical school, and even though she had graduated and became a doctor in the infirmary, her hobby of writing poems had never stopped. It was just that it was hard to find someone who shared the same interests as him.

When she saw Li Qiang looking so intently, she casually asked him about his evaluation of the poem. Li Qiang was very knowledgeable, especially during that era when his comrades would talk about popular poems when they were bored, and he had once rescued a hostage, a famous poet at the time. He had a good relationship with the hostage, giving him many poems as gifts. Naturally, he knew a lot more than the average person, so he just kept talking nonstop.

It wasn't easy for Chen Yue to meet someone who shared the same interests as her. She was extremely happy, and her attitude immediately changed. She treated Li Qiang as her peers and even poured a cup of tea for him, chattering non-stop like a little girl.

The more the two talked, the more speculative it seemed to be. The age gap also seemed to be gradually closing, and Chen Yue asked: ”Since you said it is good, then come and write a poem, I will learn it.”

Li Qiang said modestly, ”I'm just a middle school student. Those things were all hearsay. My ability at writing poems is really not that great. How could I dare to be an expert in front of a female doctor?”

Chen Yue replied in a displeased tone, ”You came here to write, don't tell me you want me to beg you for help?” Seeing that he couldn't force her, Li Qiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down on the chair that Chen Yue moved away from, lowering her head as she started to write.