"You broke your arm, didn't you?"
Ye Ming stepped forward and grabbed the classmate's covered arm and pressed it.
"Hiss...what are you doing...ouch..."
Ye Ming ignored the classmate's strange voice and continued to press the buttons.
"Does it hurt here?"
Ye Ming pressed on the joints and kneaded them there.
"hiss……"
The classmate gritted his teeth because of the pressure.
"What's with that expression?"
Ye Ming patted his joints with a look of disgust.
"Try to see if you can lift it."
The classmate jumped up and pointed at Ye Ming.
"You? It hurts so much!"
Ye Ming watched him slap your hand that was pointing at him.
"Don't point your finger at people. It's rude, and your reaction time is a bit slow."
"ah?"
After Ye Ming's reminder, the classmate noticed that the hand he used to point at Ye Ming was the arm that was dislocated while playing basketball.
He shook his arms vigorously.
"Is that... done?"
"What did you expect? Are they going to put you in a cast? Then when the school doctor comes, have him take you to the infirmary to get one cast."
Ye Ming stretched and left.
"Where are the injured students? Where are they?"
The school doctor came running over with a medical kit.
Most high schools have school doctors, and even if there is no school, there is usually a small clinic nearby.
If a student is sick on weekdays, he or she can just get some medicine from a nearby clinic or school doctor.
"Forehead……"
The student walked to the school doctor.
"You may not believe it, but someone just pressed my arm a few times and the pain went away..."
School doctor:...(＿＿)ノ｜
The school doctor was holding onto a pole beside him, gasping for breath.
"I asked you if you are a weak-looking guy?"
Classmate: [Nods.jpg.]
School doctor: (╬??皿??)
I'm too late! That guy has taken the patient away again!
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