There is no infirmary in the school. Students are all day students. If they have a headache or fever, they usually go directly to the hospital outside the school for treatment. Bumps and scrapes that require temporary treatment are usually handled by the physical education teacher.
The teacher took Wei Lai to her office and took out disinfectant alcohol and mercurochrome from the drawer at the same time.
Qingting followed all the way and stood by watching.
"I'll hold him down, and you pour alcohol on his knee to rinse the wound." The teacher opened the alcohol and handed it to Qingting.
As soon as he smelled the alcohol, Wei Lai remembered the injury he had suffered as a child and his hair stood on end.
"Pour less."
"knew."
Qingting carefully dripped drop by drop on Wei Lai's wound.
Wei Lai regretted it immediately. What's the difference between this and lingchi?
"You'd better pour more. A short pain is worse than a long pain."
"You said you wanted to take it slow, but you changed your mind." Qingting pouted, and seeing that Wei Lai really looked in pain, she still did as he said.
"Okay, it's almost time to apply the medicine."
Seeing that the rinsing was almost done, the teacher let go of Wei Lai's legs and went to get the mercurochrome. Qingting also prepared to help the teacher put the lid on the alcohol bottle.
But the alcohol remaining on his knees still made Wei Lai grimace in pain.
[Luckily, I was the one who got hurt. Qingting had never been injured before. She probably couldn't handle the pain.]
Wei Lai wanted to distract himself by letting his thoughts run wild. Just when he felt a little better, Qing Ting, who heard his inner thoughts, looked at him apologetically.
It was obviously her who was supposed to compete, but unexpectedly she got him injured.
While thinking about something, Qingting's hand slipped and the cap of the alcohol bottle accidentally fell on Wei Lai's wound.
“…”
[Are you sent by the devil to torture me? ]
After being hit for the second time, Wei Lai gritted his teeth and cried out in pain in his heart.
Qingting suddenly became unhappy, even though she clearly didn't mean it.
"Teacher, the wound is dirty again. Do you want to wash it again?"
"Okay, rinse it again."
“…”
Seeing the alcohol bottle approaching his wound again, Wei Lai closed his eyes resignedly.
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