No one can be a dog licker

When the two left the school and stepped onto the bus, Yuan Que carefully held his stomach and found a seat next to Wu Baitian.

"Are we considered skipping class?" Yuan Que suddenly realized this. He personally might not care about it, but as far as he knew Wu Baitian was a top student, such behavior did not seem to be consistent with her.

Wu Baitian was secretly surprised by this sudden question. It seemed inappropriate for Yuan Que to bring up such a topic.

"Not really. I've always been free at school."

Yuan Que suddenly realized what was going on and quickly agreed:

"Yes, your head teacher is famous for being tolerant of you. You know Zheng Jianshe, my head teacher. He always mentions your teacher, saying that he is an ordinary person who misleads students. I think it is obvious that he is the one who misleads students!

Isn't he just a second-grade warrior? He looks down on this and that. Is a second-grade warrior that powerful? He can only show off in high school."

Wu Baitian just smiled and said, "Starting next week, we will enter the guidance phase. Until the winter vacation, the top three students in each class every month will receive resource rewards. Are you sure?"

"Me? Well, I have to try my best." Yuan Que shook his head, but his eyes suddenly became firm.

“By the way, Mr. Zhao in your class is an ordinary person, and I believe he has his own unique qualities.

But if you are willing, maybe you can come to our class and listen to the class. I have no other meaning. Teachers like your teacher are truly good teachers..."

Seeing that Wu Bai didn't respond for a long time, Yuan Que tried to change the subject: "By the way, you have been wearing sunglasses, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious, I just can't see clearly for a while, it will be fine in a couple of days."

"What?!" Yuan Que became nervous upon hearing this. He stood up and tried to pull Wu Bai out of the car. "Why are you still coming to class in your condition? You even want to help me with my treatment at home? No, I'll take you home to rest!"

Wu Baitian just pressed Yuan Que's shoulder hard and pushed Yuan Que back to his position: "I said it's nothing, yours is more important, don't move."

"Honestly, I thought you could win." Wu Baitian paused before continuing, "But I'm not surprised that you lost. Your Qi and blood value is not high, your strength is not strong enough, and you dare not move your legs? Are you injured?"

Yuan Que touched his knee, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "Yes, I got injured during the training, and I haven't dared to move recently."

Wu Baitian clearly remembered that Yuan Que had one leg longer than the other when he was studying at Southern Xinjiang University, so he was always called Lame Que at school.

Fang Yuan even mocked him for having a good name, saying that he had the foresight to know that he would have defects.

But she really didn't know because of what happened during the first internship, and she didn't pay any attention to it at all.

The two took the bus for more than an hour, then walked for about twenty minutes, and finally arrived at a gathering place with a row of low bungalows.

Ever since Yuan Que got off the car, he has been silently supporting Wu Baitian forward without saying a word the whole time.

Wu Baitian also walked in silence until they stopped beside a dilapidated wooden door.

Yuan Que took out the key and opened the door. It was a small house of about 11 or 12 square meters. There was a simple bed about 1.2 meters long made of stacked wooden boards, a small round table, and an old wooden cabinet against the wall. The cabinet was filled with books and several yellowed notebooks.

Despite the limited space, the entire room is extremely tidy and there is no sense of clutter at all.

Apart from the bed, there was no other place to sit or lie down.

Yuan Que exhaled lightly, with a look of helplessness and calmness in his eyes, and said slowly: "I am an orphan, so my home is only this small."

Wu Baitian opened his eyes, took off his sunglasses, and said calmly to Yuan Que:

"I really can't see clearly now, but even if I could, I've already told you that I don't care about your story at all, so you could just tone down the sensationalism."

Faced with Wu Baitian's bloodshot eyes and expressionless face, Yuan Que unexpectedly smiled.

He hated being looked down upon and despised, and he also didn't like being pityed. Wu Baitian's attitude made him feel respected, which was rare.

"Then please!" he said.

Wu Baitian curled his lips helplessly and could only step in, still muttering: "I told you I couldn't see clearly, but you still asked me to come in first. None of you are normal, and they all have some serious illness."

"Spread a sheet on the floor and lie down. I'll treat your stomach and legs! Then get a towel and put it in your mouth!" Wu Baitian stood in the room and ordered Yuan Que to do things.

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Yuan Que looked at Wu Baitian in confusion. He was bleeding in the abdominal cavity. Wu Baitian said that she could cure Thaksin. After all, he felt obvious recovery after practicing the breathing method she taught him.

But my right leg has been hurt for a week. How is it possible that it can be cured just by the treatment she says?

After a day of rest, Wu Baitian's eye pain was no longer as sharp as before.

She knew that soft words would not work when it came to dealing with Yuan Que. So she said coldly, "Don't just stand there, just bear the pain, and see if you can get well or not! Will you lie down or not?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Que nodded quickly, quickly pulled out an old bed sheet from under the bed and spread it flat on the ground.

He hurriedly fetched a clean towel and prepared to bite it in his mouth to relieve the coming pain.

However, just as he raised the towel to her mouth, a crystal clear pill with a faint medicinal fragrance was quickly stuffed into her mouth.

"You...!" Yuan Que was extremely shocked, his eyes widened as if he could swallow a whole egg.

He was very familiar with this pill, it was a Qi and Blood Pill worth one hundred thousand.

Wu Baitian was just an ordinary family, how could they give it to him so easily? For a moment, he felt a mixture of gratitude, surprise, and doubt, which made him speechless.

Wu Baitian immediately and roughly stuffed the towel that was originally intended for him to bite into his mouth. At the same time, she pressed her palm firmly on Yuan Que's abdomen and said in a deep voice:

"Don't just stand there, use your breathing method quickly to transfer the medicinal power and blood to this place and your knees. It is very difficult to divert blood and qi, so you must concentrate. Also, stay awake!"

"Ouch..." As Wu Baitian's fingers accurately pressed on the acupuncture points on Yuan Que's body, waves of indescribable pain instantly swept through his whole body.

He clenched his teeth, trying hard to suppress the moan that was about to come out. Sweat kept falling like beads from a broken string, soaking the sheets beneath him.

Even so, he did not give up. Instead, he followed Wu Baitian's instructions and tried his best to mobilize the energy in his body, trying to guide the powerful medicinal power to the correct location.

Time seemed to slow down unusually at this moment, and Wu Baitian felt the obedient qi and blood in Yuan Que's body. He nodded with satisfaction and began the next dismantling work.

With Wu Baitian's unremitting help and Yuan Que's own tenacious persistence, the raging pain not only did not subside, but instead enveloped Yuan Que's body with a surging force.

Every breath felt like being hit by a sledgehammer, and every nerve was trembling.

Sweat gushed out of his body like a spring. As time passed, once Yuan Que's body got used to the pain, even deeper pain would follow.

After an hour and a half, he felt his consciousness begin to blur.

Wu Baitian finally stopped, and Yuan Que, who was soaked and numb, slowly sat up. He looked at Wu Baitian who was about to leave, and his eyes gradually regained focus.

Yuan Que's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of confusion and puzzlement: "Wu Baitian! What on earth are you after? I have nothing, and the future is unknown..."

Wu Baitian stopped and turned around to look at Yuan Que with bloodshot eyes.

Then, she opened the wooden door, put on her sunglasses again, and said calmly: "Yuan Que, you are wrong. The wind rises from the tip of the green duckweed, and the waves are formed between the ripples! Can I ask you to repay my kindness?"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Yuan Que sitting alone in the room, thinking about Wu Baitian's words.

Yuan Que always believed that there is no kindness in the world without reason. He also couldn't fully believe that all the kindness Wu Baitian showed was just for his gratitude in the future, as she said.

However, Yuan Que's heart was uncontrollably shaken by Wu Baitian's repeated influence. He had no idea what Wu Baitian's real purpose was.

But he knew that he would probably never be able to escape Wu Baitian's shackles for the rest of his life.