"You should be more relaxed when practicing fighting. If something happens to your hand, won't it delay your training even more?"

Xu Yajun looked at Chu Wenzhou with heartache, muttering non-stop. Just at this moment, the door of the infirmary opened, and she hurried forward and grabbed the door handle.

"Go in quickly and let the doctor check you out. Don't let yourself get sick."

Chu Wenzhou said nothing and stepped forward to go in.

"Wait." A cold and familiar female voice sounded beside him.

His pupils shrank slightly and he subconsciously looked towards the bench next to him.

Jiang Yuman was frowning at them. "We've been waiting in line for so long. We should follow the first come, first served rule."

As she spoke, she sat on a bench with a cold look on her face.

Chu Wenzhou's eyes lit up when he saw such a recognizable beauty.

How could it be her? She has been here for ten years.

It was not only him who recognized Jiang Yuman, but also his mother.

Seeing this familiar face up close, Xu Yajun tried his best not to show any emotion.

She tried her best to make her tone sound calm, "Jiang Xizhi, you don't seem to have anything important to do. Wenzhou's wound is bleeding and needs to be bandaged immediately. You just wait a little longer."

“We’re also in a hurry.”

Jiang Yuman raised her hand to signal her to look, "The sign outside the infirmary says that seriously injured people are given priority. Chu Xizhi's injuries are not serious."

Even if Xu Yajun said in a nice way that he wanted to cut in line, she might not care.

She first cut in line and then brought up her wound. Who could be happy about that?

"Wenzhou was injured during training. What's wrong with you, the arts soldiers, giving way?" Xu Yajun was very unhappy.

The military doctor saw them blocking the door and frowned, "Who is coming in? Don't waste time."

There are still a lot of people outside, so what's the point of standing at the door?

"It's us." Xu Yajun quickly reached out and pushed Chu Wenzhou, "Wenzhou, go in quickly."

As she spoke, she held the door handle and blocked the two of them from the side.

Chu Wenzhou turned a blind eye and looked at Jiang Yuman worriedly, "Jiang Yuman, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yuman didn't want to say anything more to him.

Fu Haitang's eyes were full of vigilance. When she knew that the Tenth Master was coming, she had a bad feeling.

I didn't expect to be so unlucky that I ran into this nasty hooligan on the first day I arrived.

It’s all because of her disappointing eyes!

Since her brother is not around, she has to be on guard for him.

The three of them confronted each other, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

In the end, it was Chu Wenzhou who gave up first and took the initiative to give up his position. "You guys go and have a look first."

As soon as these words came out,

Xu Yajun on the side widened his eyes in disbelief, "Wenzhou, what did you say?"

"Mom, can you stop being so annoying?" Chu Wenzhou showed his impatience, "Others are queuing, but we cut in line. Is this how you set an example?"

In one sentence, Xu Yajun felt very upset.

If she doesn't set an example, then why did Chu Wenzhou walk inside just now? If he hadn't heard Jiang Yuman's voice, would he have stopped?

"I was worried about your hand, but I was worried about the wrong thing!" Xu Yajun was so angry.

Jiang Yuman didn't care about the quarrel between the mother and son, and pulled Fu Haitang into the infirmary.

After examination by the military doctor, it was found that the wound was inflamed. He simply applied some medicine and the two men walked out.

As soon as the door opened, Chu Wenzhou, who was sitting on the bench waiting, quickly stood up and came to look at her.

It was as if he was looking at where on her body the medicine was applied.

"Sister-in-law, let's go quickly." Fu Haitang became extremely alert and pulled Jiang Yumen's hand.