Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 92 She Beats Someone
"Where is she?" Passing through the crowd, the vice-principal asked anxiously.

From a distance, he saw Vice President Xiang coming, wearing a suit and tie, and carrying a briefcase in his hand. Song Qi, who was sitting on a chair in the corridor, immediately stood up facing the direction of the person coming.

"Just entered the consultation room for treatment." Song Qi replied.

"How could such a thing happen? It's too crazy to dare to do something at school!" Accompanied by the voice, the stubble on the lips of the Deputy Prime Minister trembled.

"Where's the other person?" He asked angrily.

Shaking his head, Song Qi didn't answer.

Putting the briefcase casually on the chair by the wall, the Deputy Prime Minister paced back and forth at the door of the consulting room with his hands on his hips.

Finally stopping at the door, he stared at the closed door and sighed deeply.

"Student." After pondering for a long time, the Deputy Prime Minister raised his arms and waved to Song Qi.

"Come here, I want to talk to you about the situation at that time..."

……

When I was in the office in the afternoon, I couldn't bear Xiangyi's cynicism and teasing, and couldn't control my emotions for a while, Mi Yingying wanted to reach out and hit her.

Before the slap fell on her face, Xiangyi stepped on an apple on the ground and fell hard.

Wen Siheng rushed out of the small office immediately when he heard the commotion outside.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mi Yingying with a terrified face, and Xiangyi lying on the ground.

Losing her previous calm look, Xiangyi's expression was very ferocious.

She clasped her head tightly in her hands and lay on the ground, whimpering softly.

Originally, she wanted to hit her twice to relieve her hatred, but Mi Yingying never expected such an accident to happen.

She was so frightened that she couldn't speak immediately, her expression was dull, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

On the hanging hand, Mi Yingying's fingers trembled slightly.

She hit someone?

Mi Yingying couldn't imagine the consequences of picking quarrels at school. If Xiangyi fell somewhere, would her life be over?
Even feeling the corners of her eyes turn cold for a moment, Mi Yingying wiped it with the back of her hand.

Not knowing when she shed tears, she looked at Song Qi helplessly.

Song Qi was also stunned, first glanced at Xiangyi on the ground, then raised his head to look at Mi Yingying, and looked at each other.

"Ouch—" Xiangyi, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly vomited out, her face as pale as paper.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Jian Anran yelled, recalling the little first aid knowledge in her head, she was not sure if she could drag Xiangyi casually.

He hurried forward and put his arm on Xiangyi's neck.

Looking back at Song Qi, Jian Anran said, "Can I trouble the senior to call 120?"

Song Qi, who was at the side, suddenly realized, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

He hadn't recovered from the fright just now, and he even got stuck when reporting his address to the phone, and blurted out the house number of the dormitory.

Immediately rushing forward, Wen Siheng squatted at Xiangyi's feet.

I saw her frowning tightly, her eyes dull, and she just clung to the place where she just fell.

"An Ran, can you see if there is any trauma on her head?" Wen Siheng said.

In the past, Wen Siheng only called her "Classmate Jian" or "Classmate Jian Anran" outside, but now Jian Anran suddenly realized that the other party had never even seriously called her by her name.

At home too, they seem to always say what they want to say directly, and never care about the name.

In desperation, Jian Anran didn't think too much. In the blink of an eye, she tried to clear up the messy thoughts in her mind, and then pushed Xiangyi away.

Shaking her head towards Wen Siheng, Jian Anran took a closer look, and there was no visible trauma.

The ambulance arrived soon, and two medical staff brought a stretcher to the seventh floor. After fixing Xiangyi on the stretcher, a group of people pushed the stretcher bed and walked towards the elevator.

There was a lot of movement, and soon there were many onlookers eating melons in the corridor/
When everyone found that Xiangyi was lying on the stretcher, they were very surprised, and they all stepped forward to inquire what was going on.

Long before the ambulance arrived, Wen Siheng was in the office giving instructions.

Before the matter is dealt with, it is not allowed to disclose today's situation to anyone else. Song Qi just shook his head meaningfully.

After pushing the stretcher onto the ambulance, Wen Siheng and Song Qi took the opportunity to sit in it. Just as Jian Anran was about to get in the car, they were stopped by the nurse next to them.

"Student, the ambulance can only be accompanied by one person, please go to the hospital by yourself later."

"Ah?" Jian Anran pointed to the two people who had already sat inside with some doubts.

The nurse glanced back, and then explained: "There is one less stretcher bearer today, and there is just one more space."

After expressing her understanding, Jian Anran immediately took a few steps back, watching the ambulance go away, she went upstairs silently and returned to the office.

The building was empty, and the lights in the office were still on. There was a quarrel just now, and the documents were scattered all over the floor.

There was also a puddle of Xiangyi's vomit on the ground.

With just a shallow glance, Jian Anran could tell right away——

Except for the apple just now in Xiangyi's stomach, she has hardly eaten anything today.

I think of when I was in elementary school, when I was in the lower grades, I often vomited out in class when I felt uncomfortable.

At that time, the teacher would ask people to go to the sandpit in the back playground, fill in a bucket of sand, cover it, and then use the bucket to clean up the vomit.

Jian Anran didn't know whether this was a common way of dealing with it or if it was an original creation of their head teacher. Now that I think about it, it feels like cat litter.

It must be unrealistic to get sand now, she was hesitating how to clean it up, looked around, and finally brought a whole pack of toilet paper.

She didn't know how many cards she drew in a row, and after finally covering the puddle of vomit completely, Jian Anran found a dustpan and a broom in the tool room under the stairs.

After cleaning up the wind and clouds in the office, she specially rinsed the bucket in the mop pool before returning the tools to their original places.

Just now I felt that something was wrong, but when I returned to the office again, just as I sat down, Jian Anran suddenly realized——

Mi Yingying was gone.

Recalling it carefully, it seems that Mi Yingying suddenly disappeared from the moment the stretcher came in.

Resisting the uneasiness in her heart, Jian Anran took out her mobile phone and called Mi Yingying.

[Hello, the phone you dialed is turned off...]

"Hey—" Jian Anran shook her head, looked at Mi Yingying's empty table and sighed.

In fact, to a certain extent, she could understand Mi Yingying very well.

I don't know if she thinks that she stepped on the line to be admitted to the graduate school, but Mi Yingying has been "desperately three mothers" since the beginning of school.

Unlike Xiangyi, who was in graduate school during her undergraduate studies, Mi Yingying had never seen that kind of leisurely relaxation in her body.

She often works overtime in the office, and she often offers to help Xiangyi deal with the aftermath.

As a result, Xiangyi's delivery of the map was delayed and delayed, and sometimes she even deliberately delayed it. When Mi Yingying couldn't stand it anymore, she would take the initiative to take it over.

Relying on her "relationship account", Xiangyi has been in the office for a long time, and Mi Yingying's outburst today is not completely without reason.

【Jane: Do you need me to go to the hospital for help? 】

Opening WeChat, Jian Anran asked, in the chat window, there was no reply for a long time.

Without too much hesitation, she went downstairs and called an online car-hailing car on her mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)