[Crossing Books] I only want to study hard in my grade

Qiao Jiang endured the pain and touched his hand, Chang Shengzhe was anxious, so he simply lifted the hem of his jacket for him.

The boy's skin is as white as jade, and even a little mark is clear and obvious. The school doctor Cheng knew this before. Every time the three of Qiao Jiang and the others came over after a fight, they always had some injuries on their bodies, but after seeing the bruise, they still couldn't bear it. I couldn't help taking a breath.

"Why is it so serious this time?" The bruise on the white jade-like skin looked hideous and terrifying. Doctor Cheng looked at Qiao Jiang, who was still sobbing, and turned to Fang Chang and Chang Shengzhe: "You Are you two okay?"

"No." Fang Chang said, "How is Brother Qiao?"

This was the first time seeing Qiao Jiang crying, Doctor Cheng felt strange: "I have come here so many times, but this is the first time I have come here crying."

Fang Chang couldn't bear it any longer: "It's all because of Xie Yinian's wicked pen. I didn't see the details. When I realized it, Brother Qiao had already been kicked out."

Cheng school doctor was surprised: "Kick flying?!"

Chang Shengzhe nodded: "It is indeed so."

"Send it to the hospital." Doctor Cheng got up and said slowly, "Crying like this, it must not be as simple as being kicked. Go to the hospital to check and see what's going on."

Fang Chang's eyes widened: "So serious?!"

School doctor Cheng smiled and said, "Isn't it serious if you cry like this?"

Tell you a joke, Qiao Jiang will cry!

The sun is probably coming out from the west.

Chang Shengzhe went to the class teacher to ask for leave. Fang Chang helped Qiao Jiang to take a taxi to the hospital, lined up, registered, and had an examination. The emergency doctor took the examination report and looked at Qiao Jiang who was sitting on the chair, looking at him, and then took another look. Fang Chang, with a tense face, didn't know what to say.

"Doctor, how is it? Is he okay?" Fang Chang was nervous.

"It's okay? How can it be okay? It's a big deal."

Fang Chang's heart skipped a beat and he was about to cry: "Doctor, what's wrong with him? How long can he live?"

The doctor said lightly: "I can live for five or sixty years, maybe seven or eighty years if I'm lucky."

Fang Chang: "???" Forgive me for being stupid.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a bruise. Go back and buy a bottle of safflower oil and rub it with it." The doctor paused, and suddenly said to Qiao Jiang, "Young man, stretch out your arm, and I'll take your pulse."

Fang Chang couldn't understand: "To buy safflower oil, do you need a pulse?"

Qiao Jiang obediently stretched out his hand to rest on the pulse pillow. The boy had a slender wrist, fair skin, and obvious blue blood vessels.

When the doctor withdrew his hand, Fang Chang couldn't wait: "Doctor, how are you?"

Qiao Jiang blinked, obediently waiting for the doctor to tell the result.

"It's too weak." The doctor shook his head and sighed: "Young man of seventeen or eighteen, why are you so weak when your body is just right?"

The word "virtual" is very subtle.

Fang Chang corrected his thoughts in time, and poked Qiao Jiang secretly: "Brother Qiao, have you stayed up all night again?"

Qiao Jiang's eyelashes trembled. He thought he would be able to get rid of his sickly body by wearing it, but unexpectedly, he was still weak.

"Didn't stay up all night." Qiao Jiang was depressed, and whispered, "I just feel unwell recently and feel weak all over."

Although the character design has collapsed and cannot be restored, Qiao Jiang still wants to struggle.

The doctor tapped the pen on the table, took out the prescription book and scribbled on a sheet, tore it off and handed it to Chang Fang: "Go get the medicine, if you are weak, just make up for it, and it will be fine after a period of recuperation."

Fang Chang's eyes widened and he tried hard to read for a long time, but he couldn't understand a word. Sure enough, doctors have their own words.

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The No. [-] Middle School and the No. [-] Middle School are very close. Standing on the stands of the No. [-] Middle School playground, you can see the plastic track of the No. [-] Middle School. It is still class time. Xie Yinian is sitting on the steps of the stands to rest, with half of his sleeves pushed up by him. There were traces of sweat on his face, and a black and gold basketball was stepping on his feet.

"Hey, Brother Xie, what the hell did you do today?" He Xu handed him the water.

Xie Yinian opened the bottle cap and took two sips of water, casually wiped the sweat off his forehead, and raised his eyebrows when He Xu said this: "I also want to know what the hell happened to him, so I just kicked him." Feet, crying like a dog."

"..." He Xu was shocked: "No way?!"

Xie Yinian sneered: "What do you think? That grandson must be pretending."

He Xu was even more shocked, with admiration in his eyes: "Then he is really pretending!"

"It doesn't seem to be pretending." Luo Huashu took out his mobile phone. His brother is also from No. [-] Middle School. "My brother sent me a message saying that Qiao Jiang asked for leave and was sent to the hospital by Fang Chang."

"Hospital?!" Xie Yinian stood up abruptly, and was instantly annoyed: "Damn it! Is that bastard Qiao Jiang trying to blackmail me?!"

He Xu was filled with indignation: "This is too shameless!"

"Which hospital?" Xie Yinian's eyes showed a fierce look, "Damn it, I'm going to break his leg and let him stay in the hospital once."