Chapter 172: 【172】Senior brother has come
Fine sweat dotted her forehead as Xie Wanying recalled, trying to pinpoint when she had slipped up in front of this man. If nobody else had noticed, it could only mean that this teacher was too formidable, likely beyond her expectations.
Around her, the gazes of Doctor Kim, Doctor Lin, and several other teachers turned towards her, as if the surgical lamps above the operation table were collectively shining down on her alone. Xie Wanying felt a bit panicked and explained to the teachers, “This is—”
Perhaps for a moment she thought about making an excuse, but hesitated for fear of it being inappropriate. She didn’t expect that in the second she hesitated, Fu Xinheng, who had grasped her wrist, reached out with his other hand to pull up her sleeve.
A chill ran through Xie Wanying’s heart, and she accepted the lesson.
Clearly, Teacher Fu did not appreciate students lying in front of him; he directly removed the lid to reveal the truth.
Lifting the sleeve slightly, it exposed the bloodstains on the skin underneath. All the teachers could clearly see that the blood on her sleeve was not someone else’s—it had seeped out from under the clothing.
There was a deadly silence at the scene.
Zhao Zhaowei’s mouth trembled, “Yingying, when did you get hurt?”
He was scared to death; he had been with her all the way, how did he not notice or know?
The words of her classmate were about to scare her to death. Xie Wanying said hastily, “I’m not hurt.”
“You’re bleeding and you say you’re not hurt?!” Doctor Kim, who had been about to speak on her behalf, was now ready to scold and educate her, “Do you realize how serious this is? You’re hurt and you don’t speak up, what are you thinking? Wanting the teachers to resuscitate you, is that it? What do you say?!”
“Teacher, it’s just a scrape, a scrape, I’ve checked it myself, it’s just an arm scrape.” Xie Wanying tried hard to appease the teachers.
“You say it’s a scrape? Have the doctors checked it?”
With the teacher angry, Xie Wanying didn’t dare speak anymore; another word would be wrong.
“You child!” Doctor Kim, with hands on her hips, was both angry and anxious. She reached out to check the condition of the bleeding area.
Doctor Lin stopped her, “Don’t rush, the blood has probably stuck the clothes together, take it slowly.”
“Does it hurt?” Doctor Kim asked with concern, seeing that it must have been quite a flow of blood to stick the clothes to the wound.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Xie Wanying answered without much thought, naturally, which once again incited the teachers’ rage.
“You don’t hurt?!” Doctor Kim’s hand was ready to press on her arm, teaching her whether or not pain was supposed to be felt.
Startled, Xie Wanying tried to withdraw her hand.
Seeing her scared expression, Doctor Kim didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, so she could only roll her eyes.
Footsteps approached the emergency room door, “Hey, what’s going on with the ER? Didn’t anyone notify the inpatient head? I only found out there was a major incident under the ER when I heard about it. You could at least call me, I need to fill out forms.”
It was the voice of her senior. Xie Wanying truly wanted to hide her hand behind her back.
Huang Zhilei walked into the emergency room and upon seeing the group of people, commented, “So many people here, there must be some issue.”
Hearing these words, Doctor Lin remembered that they had snatched a student to lead from this guy and turned to explain first, “Don’t be nervous.”
“What do I have to be nervous about?” asked Huang Zhilei, his gaze falling on his junior sister as he spoke.
“Here’s the situation—” Doctor Lin pondered how to properly explain to Huang Zhilei.