Gao Leng Xueba lures Xiao Nuanmeng

Chapter 35 Who Are You?

The evening wind that blows, will you remember that there was a thin boy who ran hard for the girl on his back this night.

Lying on my bony back was uncomfortable.Cheng Moqiong, who was in a daze, felt the fresh air blowing in front of him, tried hard to open his eyes, but fell asleep powerlessly.

"School doctor, school doctor, look quickly, she's fainted!" Cheng Jiaqi shouted before entering the school doctor's room.

"Put her on the hospital bed quickly." Hearing the voice, the school doctor immediately stood up from the chair and led Cheng Jiaqi to put her down.

After examining Cheng Moqiong, the school doctor said, "Her temperature is too high. You should send her to the hospital for an injection. Only medicine can be prescribed here, and the fever will go down slowly."

"But is it okay for her to be dizzy all the time?" Cheng Jiaqi hasn't recovered yet, but has been standing by the bed, staring nervously.

"This classmate, feed her some glucose water and send her to the hospital after she wakes up first." After speaking, the school doctor reached out and pressed Cheng Moqiong's person.

Cheng Jiaqi helped Cheng Moqiong up and asked He Xin to feed her glucose water.Although Cheng Moqiong was in an unconscious state, when the glucose water was delivered to her mouth, she was still able to swallow it autonomously.

After a while, Cheng Moqiong woke up leisurely and saw a snow-white ceiling in front of her, wondering if she was quarreling just now?Is it dreaming?
"Little Qiong, you finally woke up. You scared me!" He Xin said excitedly when she saw Cheng Moqiong opened her eyes.

Zeng Ping and Lin Yaoyao, who were standing at the door and did not dare to enter the ward, heard He Xin's words, poked their heads and saw that Cheng Moqiong had really woken up, and their hanging hearts were finally relieved.Fortunately, nothing happened.

So he fainted again?Was he really arguing just now?Fainted out from the noise?How embarrassing!Cheng Haoqiong sat up with a look of remorse, the war has not yet been won, how could he retreat!
"Xiao Qiong?" Seeing Cheng Moqiong's dull face, He Xin pushed her, thinking that she had lost her mind.

"He Xin, let's go back to the classroom quickly! I haven't shown Huang Ping how powerful I am just now!" Cheng Moqiong lifted the quilt, put on her shoes immediately, and was about to leave.

"Hey, let's go to the hospital first. We'll take care of her later." He Xin dragged Cheng Moqiong to prevent her from really running back to the classroom.

"Fever is a trivial matter. Just prescribe some medicine and take it. You don't need to go to the hospital. It's important to go back to fight!"

Cheng Moqiong walked to the door, saw Zhen Ping and Lin Yaoyao, and was about to bypass them directly.

"Um, Cheng Moqiong, that... I'm sorry. I was just joking, I didn't expect you to be sick."

Although Zhen Ping is careless, once she realizes that she has done something wrong, she will immediately admit it.

"Oh, I don't have the energy to argue with you."

"..." So don't care about it or care about it when you have the strength?

"Mo Qiong, why don't you go to the hospital first?" Cheng Jiaqi didn't care about the quarrel among the girls, but saw Cheng Moqiong's face was pale, and his eyes had lost the previous look, so he said worriedly.

"No, no need! You can just take medicine." Cheng Moqiong stretched out his hand and waved, resolutely disagreeing to go to the hospital!

"Student, you should go to the hospital for an infusion first. You won't come to our place to sleep later." The school doctor knew this girl, and she fainted only once in the week before the National Day.He felt that it was necessary for her to go to the hospital for an examination.

"Injection? Then don't go. Let's go, let's go."

Cheng Haoqiong pretended to be relaxed, and walked out of the school doctor's room with a smile.Just kidding, get an injection!I haven't had many needles since I grew up so big.How painful it is to insert the needle!
He Xin and Cheng Jiaqi, you look at me, I look at you, I really don't know how to persuade this Cheng Moqiong.

"Cheng Moqiong, are you awake?" Cheng Moqiong had just left the school infirmary when Yuan Wei walked up to him and asked.

"Teacher." Several people greeted at the same time.

"How's it going?" Yuan Wei just finished dealing with the matter, and went back to school to inspect the class.Seeing that a few people were not in their positions, I found out that Cheng Moqiong had fainted after asking, so I came over to find out the situation.

"It's nothing, it's just a fever." Cheng Haoqiong felt that a cold and fever are trivial matters, and they don't need to be so troublesome.

"Teacher, the school doctor suggested that she go to the hospital for an IV drip, but Cheng Moqiong refused to go."

Lin Yaoyao knew that she didn't know Cheng Moqiong well, so she couldn't persuade her to go to the hospital.But for the sake of her health, it is necessary to tell the teacher.Having a fever is a big deal, it might burn out your brain!
"You all go back to class, and Cheng Moqiong will follow me." After Cheng Moqiong and Yuan Wei left, Cheng Jiaqi and the others returned to the classroom.

As soon as they arrived in the classroom, they felt that the atmosphere in the class was a bit weird. It seemed that everyone in the class was secretly discussing some common-known things.It's just that once they walked over, the topics they heard were the same as usual.

During the break, many people from other classes gathered at the door of class 15.In the corridor, it was busier than before, familiar and unfamiliar, all discussing the same thing.Some called people they knew into the corridors for whispers.Some people looked around the classroom curiously, as if looking for someone.

A junior high school classmate named Zeng Ping who hadn't contacted for a long time went to the corridor to chat.As soon as she saw Zeng Ping, she got straight to the point: "Zhen Ping, where did that Cheng Moqiong from your class go?"

"She? She had a fever. The teacher took her to the hospital. Why?" Zhen Ping wondered why someone she didn't know very well would suddenly care so much about Cheng Moqiong.

"Hospital? It seems to be true." After hearing Zhen Ping's words, the man showed such an expression.

"Really what?" Zhen Ping was confused, what happened?
"..." The girl leaned into Zhen Ping's ear and whispered.

"Nonsense!" After hearing what she said clearly, Zhen Ping said excitedly, "Don't talk nonsense, she is just sick!"

"Anyway, that's what everyone said." The girl acted like it was none of my business. Anyway, if others said that, I was just asking.

"Who are you?" How could so many people know about the class?

"That's right, it should be the whole school." The girl thought for a while and thought that this should be the case.

Too bad, things have gone out of control.

Zhen Ping left her junior high school classmates behind and went back to the classroom, walked up to He Xin's place, and asked anxiously, "He Xin, what should I do? Well, I seem to have killed Cheng Moqiong."

"You know that too." When He Xin was in class just now, he received several messages asking if the heroine on Saturday night was Cheng Moqiong.So when he saw Zhen Ping, he didn't treat her well, and even blamed her a bit.

"I just said it casually, I didn't expect it to develop like this." Zhen Ping said with self-blame.

"Hmph." He Xin didn't talk much to the people in the class.Only this time, she was really annoyed.Because, things will develop like this, it must be spread by someone in the class.

"He Xin, where did Mu Qiong go on Saturday?" Cheng Jiaqi asked after hearing the news and wanted to know the situation with He Xin, and happened to overhear the conversation between the two.

"Her?" He Xin remembered the scene of her coming back that night, paused, and said, "I didn't go anywhere, and stayed with me in the dormitory all weekend."

"Since this is the case, let's see how Xiao Qiong handles it after she comes back."

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