"Jiang, go easy on me! I’m really scared of pain."
Chang Yong said while closing his eyes, adopting a martyr-like attitude that made everyone in the lecture hall burst out laughing.
"You’re afraid of pain but you still dare to step up? Jiang Xiaoxiao is new, it’s bound to hurt, though whether your arm will be ruined is uncertain."
"That’s forcing a duck onto a perch, surely it’s for Mu Feng, afraid that his senior brother might go up and sacrifice himself."
"Anyone who dares touch my idol, I’ll fight with them too."
"Chang Yong, well done! We support you."
Chang Yong showed a smug expression; this was exactly the effect he wanted.
Jiang Xiaoxiao overshadowed her senior; this account needs to be settled.
Thinking she can do whatever in school just because she has backing?
Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up the needle, "Chang, I’m starting now."
The alcohol swab was applied, the chilling touch instantly made nerves tense.
Chang Yong squinted his eyes to peek, then saw Jiang Xiaoxiao holding the syringe ready to inject.
He immediately closed his eyes tight, letting out mournful cries.
"Ouch, it hurts, fellow student, go easy on me! Ouch, I’m going to die."
"Oh no, is my arm ruined?"
Chang Yong’s voice attracted a crowd of onlookers.
Everyone craned their necks to see what was happening.
Many couldn’t help but voice their frustrations.
"Jiang Xiaoxiao, stop! He’s been stabbed , and you still won’t stop, are you trying to kill Chang Yong?"
"Exactly! I never thought a woman’s heart could be so venomous, look at her, won’t stop even now."
"Where is Jiang Xiaoxiao’s compassion as a healer?"
"Oh my, there’s blood!"
"What? There’s blood?"
"Really! Jiang Xiaoxiao is covered in blood, oh no, could Chang Yong be in grave danger?"
"Come on, it’s just a needle, not a scalpel; what’s the big deal? Some people overreact as if they’ve never seen blood."
"True! When you get injected, have you never seen blood? Anyone who hasn’t, stand out. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world."
Wang Huan was trying hard to clear Jiang Xiaoxiao’s name.
The problem was seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face covered in blood shocked them too.
Could she really have stabbed Chang Yong badly?
Hearing these words, Chang Yong felt faint; he went up for the sake of his senior brother, could he really end up sacrificing here?
Secretly squinting his eyes open, he indeed saw a streak of blood on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s right cheek, real splattered blood streaks.
His heart skipped a beat.
He felt faint and collapsed completely.
The classroom was in an uproar.
Wang Huan and Zhang Xun stood up, their view wasn’t clear; could Jiang Xiaoxiao actually have killed Chang Yong?
Never heard of someone dying from an injection.
"What happened, could Jiang Xiaoxiao really have killed someone?"
"How did Chang Yong end up fainting!"
Song Qingyun helped Chang Yong up, initially shocked too, thinking Jiang Xiaoxiao might have done something.
Now relieved, he comforted everyone.
"It’s fine, just Chang Yong scaring himself, he’s alright."
Wang Huan had already enthusiastically rushed forward to take a closer look.
"Fellow students, you really misunderstood Jiang, look at this cowardly Chang Yong, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t even touch the skin on his arm, he scared himself into fainting."
Holding up Chang Yong’s arm, indeed, there wasn’t even a wound.
No sign of a needle hole?
Someone didn’t understand.
"That’s not right, where did the blood on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face come from?"
Others also sought confirmation.
"You all come down and see for yourselves, the neighboring student punctured a blood vessel with a needle, so the blood sprayed and splattered on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face, resulting in the misunderstanding.
Chances are Chang Yong was scared by the blood on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face, thinking she had stabbed him like that. Haha, how can a med school student be so faint-hearted? Already seniors in fourth year, and still get scared unconscious by blood.
I respect no one but you."
Wang Huan couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Others hurried closer.
Upon inspecting, it’s indeed true, the nearby Jin Xiaomei was pale, tears flowing, trembling in fear.
Feng Na clutched her wrist, sweating in pain.
They were the ones who accidentally splattered Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face with blood.
Seeing the situation, who doesn’t understand?
This misunderstanding grew large.
Yet Jiang Xiaoxiao stood there unfazed.
Only then did Chang Yong slowly regain consciousness.
Upon waking, he burst into tears.
"Help, Jiang wants to stab me to death, help."
Others covered their mouths, sneaking laughter.
Chang Yong probably hadn’t caught up with the situation yet.
Still putting on a show there.
"Why are you all laughing, do you have no conscience? I’m now. You don’t stand up for me, instead, you’re mocking. Professor Song, these freshmen are so hard to manage, I can’t sacrifice my hands.
I still need to intern at He Ren, if my hands are ruined by freshmen, I’m done for, I won’t do it. Jiang, although you’re a freshman, you’re bold and ruthless, it’s dangerous.
If you become a doctor, many might end up dead."
Chang Yong had long disliked Jiang Xiaoxiao; it was an inherent resistance.
Despite being a freshman, Jiang Xiaoxiao overshadowed him with her presence, Chang Yong had long been holding a grudge against her.
Initially hoping Wang Huan and Zhang Xun would handle Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Unexpectedly, Wang Huan and Zhang Xun turned out useless.
In no time, Jiang Xiaoxiao won them over.
Now they’re on the same side as Jiang, using academic exchanges as excuses to learn joyfully with Jiang and other freshmen in the library.
Chang Yong had long been annoyed, planning to act himself.
He was deliberate earlier.
Even if Jiang Xiaoxiao’s injection didn’t hurt, he’d shout exaggeratedly.
After all, whoever injects knows.
Song Qingyun frowned, coldly snorted.
"Are you acting like a senior at all? Get up immediately!"
This student was truly disgraceful and disappointing. Already a fourth-year student, unable to discern being injected or not, claiming nonsense without seeing everyone’s expression.
Wang Huan gleefully chuckled.
Stepping forward, grabbing Chang Yong’s wrist.
"Chang, are you blind? Look at your wrist, the skin untouched. What are you screaming rescue for? As a grown man, wailing . Can’t even figure out if you’ve been injected, yet crying for help here.
Do you still count as a man? Why not become a woman."
Everyone laughed immediately.
Chang Yong indeed went too far.
Chang Yong then clearly saw his wrist.
Not a trace of a needle, flushing red.
Finished, why didn’t he check first before expressing?
Now everyone was ridiculing him.
The entire medical school would likely discuss his tale of panic as a senior.
Such embarrassment was complete.