Chapter 585: See a Doctor
"Dean Luo."
As soon as Ye Rou finished class, she saw Dean Luo waiting at the door.
Luo Jitong: "Student Ye Rou, you are dismissed from get out of class."
"Yeah." Ye Rou smiled and said, "Let's go together. I've brought the acupuncture kit and everything."
Ye Rou shook the bag in her hand.
"Okay." Luo Jitong agreed impatiently and led Ye Rou towards the teachers' dormitory.
The teachers' dormitory is in the southeast corner of the school, not far from the medical school.
It occupies a small area, with only the west building in total. Each building is six stories high, built with red bricks, with very small windows, facing north and south.
"This is the building." Dean Luo took Ye Rou into the corridor.
The teacher's dormitory is 30 square meters, which is spacious for one person, but at this time, everyone has a large family behind him.
My wife, children and the elderly are all squeezed into this 30-square-meter apartment, and it just feels crowded.
People can only try their best to squeeze the living space, filling the corridors and leaving only an extremely narrow gap for going up and down the stairs.
It can only be passed sideways, and people must be careful not to knock anything over.
Narrow, crowded, dirty, with a mixture of smells, the cries of children, the sound of footsteps upstairs and downstairs, the sour smell of pickled food, the rich smell of large jars of soy sauce mixed together...
Ye Rou followed behind Dean Luo with a painful look on her face.
For people with keen senses, such an environment is too torturous.
The house that the school gave to Wen Bo was on the third floor. Luo Jitong was old and was a little out of breath when climbing the stairs. He steadied his breathing at the door before knocking.
“Here I come!”
Cheng Hui's voice sounded from inside the door, a little unclear.
Footsteps approached and the door was opened from the inside, leaving only a crack.
"President Luo, why are you here?" Cheng Hui sounded a little surprised.
Luo Jitong said: "I came to see your teacher."
Cheng Hui opened the door, Luo Jitong walked sideways into the room, and Ye Rou followed closely behind him.
Meeting Ye Rou's gaze, Cheng Hui's brows knitted together. She suddenly stretched out her hand to block the door, not allowing Ye Rou to enter, and asked sternly, "What are you doing in my house?"
Luo Jitong, who had already entered the room, saw this and hurriedly said, "I specially invited Comrade Ye Rou to treat Old Huang. Let her come in."
Who would have thought that after hearing this, Cheng Hui's reaction was even more intense. She raised her hand to close the door and said with a grim expression, "Teacher, you don't need to see a doctor."
"Bang!" A delicate and exquisite hand slapped the door, blocking it lightly.
Cheng Hui used all her strength to close the door, but she couldn't resist Ye Rou's hand.
She took a step forward, slightly increasing the strength in her hands.
The half-open door was pushed open.
It was useless for Cheng Hui behind the door to use so much force that her fingertips turned white and her face turned red.
She felt like she was wrestling with a hundred men and had no chance of winning at all.
Suddenly, a cry was heard in the room.
“Wow wow wow wow…”
The old man's crying was shrill and sudden, like a car horn being suddenly pressed, which scared everyone.
Cheng Hui loosened her grip and Ye Rou "squeezed" in smoothly.
Seeing that someone had already come in, Cheng Hui's face turned ugly. Worried about the people brought by Dean Luo, she did not chase them out. Instead, she pursed her lips and looked at the teacher.
Dean Luo and Ye Rou followed in.
The half-open door allows you to clearly see what's going on inside the house.
The old man lay on the ground, flapping his limbs like a child, banging the wooden horse in his hand against the ground, crying and shouting.
The building's soundproofing was poor, and soon people upstairs and downstairs started cursing.
"Cheng Hui, tell your old man to shut up!"
"It's so noisy!"
…
Cheng Hui was not willing to be outdone, so she put her hands on her hips and cursed back.
"My own child runs around upstairs every day, and you still have the nerve to criticize other people's children!"
"If you think it's noisy, just move out!"
…
Her loud voice startled the old man who was crying loudly.
It also shocked Luo Jitong who was standing at the door.
Ye Rou heard the disappointment in Dean Luo's sigh.
The gap is indeed huge as the former darling of heaven has become a fierce woman who argues about family matters.
Ye Rou turned her head and stared at Cheng Hui's back, as if thinking about something.
I always feel like something is wrong...
The two families upstairs and downstairs together did not scold Cheng Hui, and she was soon silenced by the scolding.
Cheng Hui was satisfied. She turned around with a smile on her face, and when she saw Dean Luo and Ye Rou standing at the door, her mouth suddenly drooped.
She squatted down skillfully, picked up the toys that were scattered around the old man, and then pulled up the old man who was lying on the ground.
"I can't get up! I want to play with my toys!"
The old man's body kept sinking, unwilling to get up. The frail Cheng Hui couldn't pull him up for a while, and her expression was a little embarrassed.
Her voice became softer, and she squatted beside the old man and said gently, "Teacher, your friend is here to see you. Can you play with the toys later?"
The old man's mentality is now that of a six-year-old child. In his eyes, Dean Luo, who is already an adult, is not his friend at all.
"He's not my friend, he's just a toy, he can't get up!"
Seeing his old friend's current state, Luo Jitong hastily turned his head away and said in a dry voice, "If he doesn't want to get up, don't force him."
"Cheng Hui, come out for a moment."
The three of them came to the living room.
Luo Jitong didn't beat around the bush and said, "I brought Ye Rou here today to show Old Huang."
Cheng Hui rejected it and said, "What can she see?"
"That depends on her seeing it first." Luo Jitong was very firm on this issue. "Even if there's even a slight possibility, it's better than... what's going on now!"
Cheng Hui still looked disapproving, but she couldn't resist Luo Jitong, so she reluctantly agreed. She stared at Ye Rou and made another request: "I want to watch the whole process."
She didn't believe in Ye Rou's medical skills and was afraid that Ye Rou would make her teacher's condition worse.
Ye Rou: "Okay."
Seeing Ye Rou agreed readily, Cheng Hui snorted coldly and took Ye Rou into the teacher's bedroom.
"Teacher, can you let this sister check on you?" As soon as Cheng Hui entered the room, all the harshness on her face disappeared.
Ye Rou stared at her soft eyebrows and eyes, with a smile on her lips, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
She finally understood what had seemed strange to her all along.
Cheng Hui seemed to be acting.
She seemed to be playing the role of a shrewish woman. Ever since Ye Rou and Dean Luo entered the room, Cheng Hui automatically entered the acting state.
All her resistance, vigilance, rejection, and annoyance... were all on the surface. Her body was tense from beginning to end, and the deepest vigilance in her eyes never dissipated.
Cheng Hui gave her the feeling that a gun was pointed at her head all the time.
But that's what's so strange about it.
Cheng Hui has been married to Wen Bo for almost five years. This is her home. Why should she be nervous in her own home?
Before Ye Rou could figure it out, Cheng Hui, who had finished discussing with the old man in the room, was already calling her.
"What are you dawdling for? Aren't you supposed to be treating the teacher?"
Ye Rou came back to her senses and walked in with her bag.
The old man stared at Ye Rou with a childlike clear gaze and said with a smile: "Beautiful sister, help me..."
Ye Rou met him twice. The first time, she helped him drive away the kids who bullied him, and the second time, she drove away Tian Zao who bullied him.
I thought the old man wouldn't remember, but I never expected he still remembered her.
He has a good memory, but his mental state is that of a six-year-old child.
This situation does not seem like simple stupidity.
Ye Rou sat down cross-legged on the ground and said with a smile, "Can I take your pulse?"
"What is taking the pulse?" the old man asked.
"It's just like this." Ye Rou pretended to give an example, and while Cheng Hui wasn't paying attention, she placed her fingertips on her pulse.
Before feeling the pulse, Ye Rou first touched an uneven patch of skin, like a scar.
In this place...
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