Chapter 104 Didn't you say to go easy on me?! ...
Wen Han was about to leave that evening, but her senior asked her if she wanted to go do room checks with him.
"Okay." On her first day of hospital internship, Wen Han found everything new and exciting.
Wen Han didn't know what the wards in other departments were like, but the oncology department definitely gave people a sense of despair.
The patient was just like a normal person; he could even smile and chat with the head doctor, showing no signs of having a terminal illness. He was a patient who had just been diagnosed a couple of days ago; if it weren't for the company-mandated physical examination, he wouldn't have known he had cancer.
His complexion was still vibrant, and he looked like he could still run 800 meters, but Wen Han's heart sank when she smelled his pheromones, and she understood why the hospital required him to be admitted to the hospital immediately.
The senior student remembered that Wen Han couldn't understand a single word of those things, but he was just there to take a look, and no one would call on Wen Han to answer the questions.
A senior student was called on, and thankfully she didn't make a mistake. She breathed a sigh of relief; she should have passed today.
There are many patients; some have family members by their bedside, while others are all alone.
An elderly woman was so thin that her skin was sunken. She struggled to speak to the doctor. The senior shook his head, and Wen Han knew that her life was coming to an end.
It turns out that the words in the textbook were not exaggerations. Skin and bones really meant that there was no flesh at all. The thin layer of sallow skin was stuck to the bones, and it was difficult to even lift it up.
Wen Han silently looked away.
After checking the rooms, the senior students visibly relaxed and discussed going to the convenience store near the subway station to buy some snacks.
Even though they had coffee just yesterday, they went to the convenience store to buy drinks and small cakes, or bought milk tea from the milk tea shop next door.
They gathered together to hail a taxi. Wen Han had come by electric scooter, and after saying goodbye, she prepared to go home by herself.
"Wen Han, you haven't bought a helmet yet," the senior student said. "You'd better buy one quickly, otherwise you might get a ticket from the traffic police."
"Okay." I never saw any traffic police back in high school.
“Host. You used to go to school around 6 a.m. and finish school at 10:30 p.m., by which time the traffic police had already gone off duty.”
Wen Han thought she was incredibly lucky today, but she was stopped by the police when she passed the intersection.
The other party smiled broadly, while Wen Han felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
"Are you a student?" one of the traffic police asked, holding a document. "Write down your ID number."
Wen Han picked up her pen and looked up again: "Do we really have to write this? Are you going to tell the school?"
Rather than filling out an ID card form, Wen Han would rather pay a fine of a few dozen yuan. After all, things are different now; her status as a student at Linjin University is more important than money.
The traffic cop's partner walked away with his hands behind his back, chuckling to himself. The traffic cop in front of Wen Han explained, "No, you'll only get a fine next time if you don't wear a helmet."
After confirming several times that nothing would happen, Wen Han had no choice but to fill in her information.
*
Back in the dormitory, Rong Jun had just finished his evening class and was taking a shower. The whole dormitory smelled of mugwort shower gel.
As soon as Fei Nai'er saw Wen Han, she pounced on her, only to be struck on the knee by Da Xiao Mao. Wen Han struggled for a moment but still fell to the ground. The system exclaimed, "Host, what's wrong with you!"
"What's wrong? My legs are so tired." Wen Han strongly suspected that she had been lounging at home all summer and her physical fitness had deteriorated. She had only run up and down the hospital a few times today, so how could she be so tired!
Wen Han believed that his spirit had suffered a lot, but his body had never been so exhausted.
Rong Jun was drying his hair when he came out and almost stepped on Wen Han: "Ah, Wen Han, you're back."
Seeing Wen Han lying motionless on the ground, Rong Jun asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"My legs hurt, my feet hurt."
How painful is it?
"It feels like my feet have become flat feet." Otherwise, why would every part of the soles of my feet hurt?
Rong Jun squatted down and pinched his leg: "You walked too much today, didn't you? It's okay."
Wen Han raised her head and widened her eyes: "What are you holding?"
"Your legs hurt, don't they? I'll give you a couple of acupuncture needles and it'll be fine." Rong Jun said with concern. "Otherwise, your legs will be even more sore when you wake up tomorrow morning."
Wen Han knew that Rong Junxue studied traditional Chinese medicine, but said, "You're only a freshman. It's impossible for your teachers to be teaching you all this now, right?"
"Don't worry, my family has been running a traditional Chinese medicine clinic for generations." Rong Jun opened the acupuncture kit. "My grandfather was a very famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor. You had to make an appointment a month in advance to see him. They started teaching me when I was a child."
"Is it very expensive to see your grandfather for medical treatment?" No wonder Rong Jun's clothes and appearance suggested that he came from a very wealthy family.
"The price has gone up now; it costs 600 yuan to register."
"Host!" the system exclaimed in disbelief, "You just lay down on the ground and wouldn't move as soon as you heard about some famous old Chinese medicine doctor and six hundred yuan. What if his skills aren't good?"
"Shut up!" Wen Han scolded angrily. Even if the grandson of a famous doctor who costs 600 yuan to register gave him acupuncture, she would still be making a profit!
That's what she said, but seeing those needles and saying she wasn't scared was just her own self-deception. However, Rong Jun looked at Wenwen's weak appearance and thought he would be very gentle. Thinking of this, Wen Han said, "Be gentle, please be very gentle. I've never had acupuncture before."
"Mmm." Rong Jun pressed down on Wen Han's leg. "Don't move, it might hurt a little."
"It's not closed—ah!" Wen Han almost jumped up, but fortunately Rong Jun had the foresight to hold him down.
Wen Han thought he wasn't used to it yet, but after Rong Jun gave him a few more injections, he almost burst into tears: "Wait! Didn't you say it would be gentler?!" Didn't you say it would only hurt a little bit?
The system found this amusing and even had the mood to make sarcastic remarks: "Host, you're going to be a doctor yourself in the future, don't you know that doctors might lie to you?"
"Almost done, almost done." Rong Jun's hands didn't stop, and he quickly inserted a few more needles. Wen Han let out a scream every time he was pricked.
"Ah! Ah!" Tears welled up in Wen Han's eyes as the needle pierced her thigh muscle. "Didn't you say it was getting better? Why are you still stabbing me? Ah!"
Wen Han felt like she had been pricked in a nerve, and her legs felt like they were being electrocuted.
"Alright." Rong Jun looked frail, but he was quite strong. He could hold Wen Han down with one hand and finish the whole thing with the other. Wen Han believed that he did have some skill.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Wen Han accused, "Didn't you say it would only hurt a little bit?!"
“I’m used to it.” Rong Jun said a little embarrassedly, “My grandfather always said the same thing to his patients.”
Wen Han shed two tears of feeling deceived, but he was quickly drawn to his leg, which had been pricked with needles.
This was his first time getting acupuncture. Thinking of this, Wen Han didn't even wipe away her tears. She picked up her phone from the ground, took two pictures of herself, edited them, and posted them on social media, quickly forgetting the pain she had just experienced.
You have to pay to go to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, even though it hurts, it's free.
It must be said that Rong Jun's technique was excellent; Wen Han's legs felt perfectly fine the next day.
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He sat down in the classroom, but the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Wen Han yawned. He'd been living the good life for too long; even attending class at 8 a.m. felt out of place. What a waste of his time!
My poor high school classmate is still struggling in the hellish senior year of high school!
Thinking of this, Wen Han chuckled twice and went to check on the high school's several QQ groups in a very good mood. The homeroom teacher posted a lot of inspirational quotes in the group to urge parents on, and the classmates' group was naturally full of complaints.
Some audacious students even secretly filmed their homeroom teacher during class and turned it into memes.
It looked quite interesting. Watching her familiar classmates chat, Wen Han suddenly recalled her own high school days.
Since the start of the semester, he has posted a lot of updates, but Wen Han has not mentioned a word about the fatigue and hardship he has endured. He only shows his seemingly glamorous college life.
In university, you only see each other when you're in class. As soon as get out of class is over, you rush to the classroom for the next class. You're most familiar with your roommates.
Wen Han was scrolling through her chat history, feeling sad, when she suddenly saw someone post a screenshot of her status update from last night in the group chat.
He was exhausted yesterday, so Rong Jun helped him remove the needles. Wen Han immediately took a shower and went to bed, which meant he missed their 11 o'clock dismissal time.
"Oh dear, it seems Wen Han is tired from going to university; she even has acupuncture needles."
"You don't look as healthy as before. You've turned into a fragile college student so quickly, haha."
"Will he be able to keep up at Linjin University? He'll be surrounded by top students."
"It's hard to say. Anyway, the school has already put up big-character posters at the gate to fool those parents into sending their children to suffer here."
"Oh, what a tragedy!"
Wen Han was furious with jealousy. These people must be jealous!
Wen Han suddenly remembered that Penguin would notify him when viewing updates, but Green Bubble's Moments wouldn't! Thinking of this, he immediately went to check Jing Yu's Green Bubble. Now that he's studying abroad, he must post something on Moments, right?
But Jingyu's WeChat Moments remained empty. If Wen Han didn't know that Jingyu wouldn't do that, she would have suspected that she had been blocked by him.
Wen Han changed the page to check the dynamic space visitors, but she still couldn't see Jing Yu.
Jing Zhao also sent him a message, asking if Wen Han wanted to go out and have fun this weekend.
Wen Han: I have to go to the hospital on weekends now too TT.
Jingzhao: Huh? How come you're still so tired even after going to university?
Wen Han: But I can get off work at 5:30, so we can go out and have fun tonight.
Jingzhao: Okay!
Wen Han really wanted to subtly inquire about Jing Yu's situation, but the teacher arrived at eight o'clock, so she had to put down her phone.
*
"What should we eat today?" Wen Han went to the cafeteria closest to the teaching building this time, as she had heard that it had a lot of foreign cuisine.
"Authentic Indian food?" There really were two Indians wearing hats at the window. Shall we try this?
"Wen Han?"
Wen Han saw a look of confusion on the other person's face.
"I'm Cheng Ding, don't you remember me?"
The system quickly reminded, "Host, he is a class committee member in your class."
"Oh, you're a class committee member," Wen Han remembered.
"Haha, we've run into each other a few times in class."
"I have face blindness." It's just that Cheng Ding looks too ordinary; Wen Han has no recollection of him.
"The bibimbap in the cafeteria is pretty good, you should try it."
Wen Han nodded, since there were many dishes at school that she hadn't tried yet.
Seeing Cheng Ding, Wen Han still felt a strange sense of resistance, after all, the other party knew that his schedule was different from others. So he didn't eat in the cafeteria, but instead packed it up to take home.
But while waiting for the food, Cheng Ding suddenly asked casually, "You're also from Linjin, right? What score did you get on the college entrance exam?"
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Author's Note: [Dog head with rose in hand] Do you know where the highlight of Rongjun is?
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