Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui paused for a moment and said, "Teacher, my monthly exam paper is in the homeroom office. I need to go get it."

She knew the top student in this grade. This child was not only good-looking, but also had excellent grades. Teachers often praised him.

Class five and class ten are on different floors, but she always sees students from her class running to the second floor. If she hadn't asked, she wouldn't have known, and when she did, she was shocked to find that almost half of the girls in the class secretly had a crush on the top student in the grade.

She looked around uncertainly and found that every student had a test paper on his desk.

"Huh? Weren't the papers handed out a long time ago? Why are the other students... Hey!"

A hint of impatience flashed across Gong Huasui's eyes. He suddenly bent down, bowed slightly towards the podium, said sorry, and ran out of the classroom.

The teachers and students from Class 5 on the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, the math teacher of Class 10 let out a sharp explosion!

When Wang Xuesheng arrived, Song Xulin was sitting on a bench outside the emergency room in a daze.

"how is the situation?"

Song Xulin's eyes were red, completely different from his usual arrogance.

"I don't know... He was obviously fine... I took him to the hospital for a checkup... and suddenly he was in the emergency room..."

The boy's speech was a little confused, and he was obviously frightened. He sighed and touched Song Xulin's head. "You did a good job. Don't feel guilty. We will leave everything to the doctor."

"No...it's my fault...I slept too late...If I had discovered it earlier...maybe...this wouldn't have happened..."

Song Xulin's mind would occasionally replay the scene of the young man lying unconscious on the ground as he walked out of the dormitory.

How could he be so stupid! How could he be so sleepy!

Even if he just got out of bed and took a look!

Wang Xuesheng didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only sit next to him and pat his back gently.

In the emergency room, a group of experts gathered around the bed, feeling helpless for the first time.

The patient had cardiac arrest, and they wanted to use a defibrillator to restore his normal heart rhythm, but just when they had everything ready, the patient returned to normal, and what was extremely strange was that his brain waves stopped!

If the brain waves stop, the chance of brain death is very high. When they were fully prepared to continue the rescue, the brain waves came back!

4011 sat on Chi Qinghe's forehead and stopped clapping his hands when he saw that his brain waves were normal.

[Host, you really make me worry. You owe me one more time.]

After saying that, it floated to the heart again, sat down lazily, and continued to flap it with its two little arms.

Just like that, when breathing stops, it sits on the lungs and beats; when the heartbeat stops, it sits on the heart and beats; when the brain waves stop, it sits on the forehead and beats...

The little arms, which were about as thick as matchsticks, had some magical power, but every time they slapped, the patient's vital signs improved a little. The doctors in the emergency room didn't take any rescue measures, but the patient's body got better on its own. However, they still felt physically and mentally exhausted, and their eyelids drooped.

After filming for more than an hour, Chi Qinghe woke up and 4011 was exhausted.

When Chi Qinghe slowly sat up from the bed, he almost scared the doctors around him.

"Didn't he get anesthesia? What's going on?!"

The anesthesiologist silently raised the syringe and said, "Director Fang, I haven't given the injection yet. Don't be nervous."

Chi Qinghe felt that the atmosphere was really awkward, so he took the initiative to ask, "Um... am I undergoing surgery?"

It would be fine if he didn't make any sound, but as soon as he made any sound his throat would feel dry and painful.

want to drink water.

"Little boy, do you know what happened just now?" Director Fang asked patiently, with a gleam in his eyes, as if the next rare case in the world would be born from him!

"Just... fell asleep and was dreaming."

Doctors and nurses in the emergency room: ...

Finally, Chi Qinghe walked out standing up on his own, wearing a hospital gown.

When I saw a group of people outside the door, I was stunned for a moment.

Lao Chi, Song Xulin, the class teacher, Gong Huasui...

Why was Gong Shimu here too? And that assistant Song Chengfeng I'd met before, why was he here too?

Even more embarrassing.

He raised his hand and croaked, "Hi...?"

Old Chi had just been asked to sign several critical illness notices, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help wondering if he would never see his son again. But this little bastard actually walked out on his own!

"Am I blind?" Song Xulin said blankly. He blinked several times to make sure that the person standing in front of him was not a soul. Then he suddenly realized that all this was real.

His brother is not dead!

What was that thing that just ran over there?!

Gong Huasui hugged Chi Qinghe tightly, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes and refusing to fall finally dripped onto his green surgical gown.

Chi Qinghe was stunned for a moment, "Gong...Huaisui?"

"Ah."

"Um...can you please let me go first? I can't breathe."

His throat hurt every time he spoke a word, but even so, he still patiently soothed the boy's chaotic and uneasy emotions.

"……Um……"

In the end, the hospital could not explain Chi Qinghe's strange physical condition and wanted him to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation, but Chi Qinghe refused to give in.

Lao Chi tried both soft and hard tactics, but the kid just refused to stay in the hospital. He was just like when he stubbornly said he was "not afraid of injections" but ended up running away when he saw the needle hole.

In the end, I had no choice but to get some fever and cold medicine and go back to school.

At the school gate, Lao Chi held his son's hand and gave him many instructions, his eyes full of deep worry and reluctance. He said "remember to take your medicine" more than five times in a row.

Chi Qinghe agreed with a smile, but seeing that Lao Chi was wearing a suit again and Gong Shimu had obviously come down from the negotiation table, he became cautious.

It was lunch time, and Chi Qinghe had no mood or appetite. Plus, he had drunk a few bottles of glucose when he was discharged from the hospital, so he wanted to go straight back to the dormitory to sleep.

Suddenly, both arms were held, one on the left and one on the right.

Chi Qinghe asked in a daze.

"what?"

Song Xulin: "After dinner."

Gong Huasui: "Go back to sleep."

At this time, the two of them had a rare tacit understanding.

"No."

"Resistance is useless. You can't beat us now." Song Xulin laughed.

"But I'm not hungry."

Song Xulin raised his eyebrows, "Then watch us eat."

Chi Qinghe: "..."

At the dining table, Chi Qinghe glanced at the millet porridge in front of him, then at the two plates of exceptionally rich dishes opposite him, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't be soft-hearted, otherwise he should be lying on the soft bed and sleeping soundly instead of being a pillar here.

[Host, you have to compensate me. My hands are almost sore!] 4011 floated to his hand and snorted.

[Of course, but before I compensate you, I want to clarify one thing.]

【What? 】