Chapter 8: Get Out If You Don't Want to Go to Class
It hurts so much!
Meng Tang curled up on his side in the seat, his fingers trembling, blood soaking the gauze bandage.
Damn it! Wei Chuan couldn’t bear to watch it and quickly made a phone call.
It rang five or six times before the other end picked up.
"Auntie, are you off work? I need to send someone over. My classmate is injured."
The other party asked which department it was from and where the injury was.
Wei Chuan immediately replied, "He's from the Sculpture Department. He was injured in the palm of his hand. The blood has seeped through the gauze."
After hanging up the phone, he took the time to look at Meng Tang. Seeing that she was crying and shaking, he could only speed up.
Five minutes later, Wei Chuan parked the car under the emergency building.
Meng Tang withdrew his hands and let the blood drip on himself so as not to dirty Wei Chuan's car.
Wei Chuan opened the passenger door and reached out to her: "Slow down."
Meng Tang held it with his right hand and stepped on the off-road pedal.
She was completely weak, even her lips were pale, as if she had lost too much blood.
The moment he stood up, Meng Tang's vision began to blur, his head felt dizzy, and his heart suddenly became panicked.
"I...I feel so bad."
She squeezed out a light word from her lips, and then fell down.
Wei Chuan hugged her tightly, his heart also beginning to panic: "Meng Tang? Meng Tang?"
Oh shit, is this really not going to work?
Wei Chuan didn't dare to delay any longer, so he carried the person and rushed straight to the emergency room door, shouting "Help" all the way.
A refreshing minty scent wafted into Meng Tang's nose. It was the scent of Wei Chuan.
It was fresh and cool, and smelled very good. She subconsciously sniffed it, causing Wei Chuan to pause.
Wei Mingzhu was frightened by her eldest nephew and hurried forward to signal him to put the man down.
Wei Chuan didn't want to delay his aunt's work, so he waited on the side, the gentle breath on her neck lingering for a long time.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a young nurse came running over and told him, "Don't worry, it's hypoglycemia. She's awake now, and Doctor Wei is treating her wound."
Wei Chuan nodded stiffly.
Twenty minutes had passed since the wound was treated.
Meng Tang thanked him, his face still pale.
"If it were three millimeters deeper, it would have damaged the tendon," Wei Mingzhu said. "The stitches will be removed in seven days. You need to come in for a dressing change during the first three days. Don't touch water."
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
Wei Mingzhu laughed and said, "Go ahead."
Meng Tang stood up and saw Wei Chuan sitting on a chair at the door.
I was just thinking about treating someone to a meal when I realized I didn’t even bring my cell phone.
When Wei Chuan saw someone, he stood up and walked over and said, "Wait for me for a moment, I'll go talk to my aunt."
Meng Tang nodded.
Today is such a hassle.
After Wei Chuan came out, Meng Tang said to him embarrassedly: "You didn't bring your phone with you. I'll treat you to dinner next time, okay?"
"It's a small matter." Wei Chuan said, "The cafeteria is out of food at this time. I'll take you to eat first."
Meng Tang said, "Don't bother. I'll go back and get my phone. I'll just buy something."
"You just had low blood sugar," Wei Chuan said, "You have to eat even if you want to walk back."
Meng Tang didn't eat in the morning and was really hungry now, but she had troubled Wei Chuan too much and she didn't know what to say.
"We are friends now, right?" Wei Chuan laughed. "Why are you being polite?"
"Okay." "I'll come back next time."
"Okay."
The hospital is connected to the school, and there are many places to eat nearby. Meng Tang pointed to the wonton shop and asked, "Is that okay?"
"OK."
Wei Chuan didn't like wontons, so he ordered noodles, but told Meng Tang that he didn't eat wontons because he wouldn't be full.
Meng Tang slowly let the wontons cool down and said, "Your ornaments may have to wait a little longer."
Wei Chuan: "It's okay. Do you often get injured in this profession?"
Meng Tang said: "My profession is fine, but I have been learning wood carving from my grandfather since I was a child, so injuries are inevitable."
Wei Chuan glanced at Meng Tang's hands. The joints were protruding and there were many calluses. They didn't look like a girl's hands.
Meng Tang subconsciously shrank back, she knew her hands were ugly.
But if you hold the knife for a long time, it is impossible to make the skin smooth and tender.
"As a girl, why do you want to learn wood carving?" Wei Chuan was a little curious.
"There's no one at home except me and my grandfather," Meng Tang said. "I don't want his craft to be passed down to no one."
Meng Tang chatted with him while eating, and after the meal, she insisted on not letting Wei Chuan see her off.
When she saw Wei Chuan driving out, she knew he must have something to do and she didn't want to delay him any longer.
After going to the studio to get his cell phone, Meng Tang turned around and went back to the dormitory.
There is no one in the dormitory. The oil painting department has two classes in the afternoon.
Meng Tang held up his hands and spent two hours longer than usual to barely wash off the blood and sweat.
There were blood stains on the clothes, and she couldn't wash them, so she decided not to keep them.
Just after throwing it away, the dormitory door was pushed open.
Xie Lingyin was stunned when she saw her tightly wrapped hands: "What's wrong with your hands?"
Meng Tang smiled and said, "It's okay, I just got scratched by the carving knife."
Xie Lingyin washed her hands and said, "Why don't you wait for us to come back and help you take a shower?"
Meng Tang: “…”
She was so smelly that she didn't even want anyone to help her take a bath.
Xie Lingyin, who grew up in the north, tutted. "You southerners are like little wives, so shy and timid. Sit tight, I'll blow your hair."
"Thanks."
There is a wooden carved mirror on Meng Tang’s desk. It was a gift she brought when she entered college as a freshman, and everyone in the dormitory has one.
She looked at Xie Lingyin in the mirror. She had a delicate and lovely appearance and a cheerful and generous personality. It was no wonder that Wei Chuan liked her.
Shi Lan and Yang Ke entered the dormitory and were shocked to learn that Meng Tang's hand was injured.
"What about basketball class on Thursday? Will that perverted assistant coach let you go?"
Meng Tang's hand was particularly important. She said to Shi Lan, "I'll go to class with you on Thursday afternoon. When I ask for leave from the teacher, what can the teaching assistant say?"
Shi Lan thought about it and it made sense, but unfortunately, on Thursday, the physical education teacher rear-ended his car.
The two classes will be temporarily taught by teaching assistant Wang Jue.
Seeing Meng Tang's tightly wrapped hands, Wang Jue asked expressionlessly, "What's wrong with your hands?"
Meng Tang didn't like him in his heart, and replied rather coldly: "I'm injured."
Wang Jue sneered: "Injured?"
Meng Tang frowned: "Yes."
Wang Jue stretched out his hand, and Meng Tang subconsciously dodged backwards: "What are you doing?"
Wang Jue: "Let me see if it's true."
"There's no need for me to lie," Meng Tang hid her hand. The stitches would be removed tomorrow. Wang Jue's character was uncertain, so she didn't dare show it to him rashly.
Wang Jue glanced at Meng Tang and said, "Then go to the playground and run five laps first. You can't just watch while everyone else is practicing."
"Are you sick?" Shi Lan couldn't stand it any longer. "Her hand is injured and the stitches need to be removed tomorrow. If she falls while running and causes secondary damage to the wound, will you be responsible?"
Wang Jue's face changed and he dropped the basketball: "Are you art academy students so delicate? You can fall while running?"
Shi Lan also shouted at him: "Do you have any problem with our art school? You're just a teaching assistant, but you're so arrogant during class. Do you think we're easy to bully because we're all girls?"
"that is."
The other girls echoed in agreement, but their voices were very low.
Wang Jue was scolded by a girl, and his face was shattered to the ground. She threatened: "If you don't accept it, get out. You will bear the consequences."
Meng Tang held Shi Lan and looked directly at Wang Jue: "Don't go too far, I'm here to ask the teacher for leave——"
"If you don't want to go to class, get out." Wang Jue interrupted Meng Tang.
"You're leaving if you don't attend class? Who do you think you are?"
Meng Tang heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Wei Chuan. There were two boys following behind him, who were from the school team.
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