Chapter 175 Sickly Beauty
This time, Tong Wanwan spent a long time coaxing the little system into submission. Not only that, she was also forced to sign a series of "unequal treaties."
For example, when chatting with it, you can't mention Elvis; when saying good morning and good night to Elvis, you can't forget to mention it...
If Elvis is a jealous person, then the 1551 system in her head is definitely a jealous person.
After getting herself ready and coming out of the training ground, Tong Wanwan subconsciously went to the school infirmary.
It was not until she stepped into the room that she realized belatedly that she had not been injured today.
"What's the big deal? I'm already here," 1551 said unconcernedly. "I'll just get some treatment from Wanwan to relieve muscle fatigue or something."
Tong Wanwan was stunned, and its words reminded her of the massage cabin that was widely praised by her classmates.
I heard that this device can not only eliminate physical fatigue and relieve mental stress, but most importantly, it provides a very comfortable smart massage service when you lie on it.
After thinking about it, she paused and turned back.
However, the massage cabin was found, but... there was already someone inside.
It was Mr. Warren, the school doctor whom I met last time.
The school doctor was lying in the massage cabin, his dark green, semi-long hair was slightly curly like seaweed.
Moreover, half of his face was pale, like a handsome mermaid from the depths of the sea, never seeing the light of day. He was cold and abstinent. The abnormal blush on his cheeks added a hint of inexplicable brilliance to him.
Tong Wanwan discovered that the new teacher did not have an appearance that would strike a chord with the audience at first glance.
But... the longer you stare at it, the more you can't take your eyes off it.
I always feel that it is a kind of magical attraction.
[Tsk, the massage room's occupied.] Seeing the man lying motionless, 1551 felt nothing. In its eyes, everyone else's appearance, aside from Wanwan, was just a bunch of boring data.
【Wanwan, let's go.】
"Wait a minute, Yiyi." Tong Wanwan muttered to herself, "Teacher looks...unwell."
The abnormal blush on his face and his eyebrows that were furrowed from time to time seemed to reveal something.
"It feels a bit like... having a fever?" Tong Wanwan hesitated.
Could teachers who are able to apply to join military academies have such poor physical conditions?
The massage cabin did not have a glass cover like the treatment cabin, so Tong Wanwan could see clearly that the school doctor seemed to feel the cold, and his body shrank slightly inward, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and suddenly he coughed with his eyes closed.
As he coughed, he actually coughed up blood.
There were glaring red blood beads oozing from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck, and dripping onto his white coat.
Tong Wanwan was startled and quickly turned off the massage cabin's operating program, then leaned over and patted the other person's shoulder.
"Teacher, wake up quickly, you are coughing up blood."
Tong Wanwan was a little anxious.
Although I am used to seeing people bleeding and injured in training, being used to it does not mean being accustomed to it.
Moreover, as a student, if you see your teacher getting into trouble, you cannot just sit there and wait for death.
"Teacher Warren!" She shook the thin man again, but the other party still did not respond.
[Wanwan, should we call the other school doctors over?] 1551 suggested.
"Okay, I'll move the teacher to the treatment cabin first."
No matter what the disease is, it will never go wrong to lie down in the treatment cabin.
Tong Wanwan helped the school doctor, who had his eyes closed, to his feet. Unexpectedly, although he looked thin, the muscles in his shoulders and arms were very tight, and he was quite heavy.
She struggled to help the other person lie down in the treatment cabin. Just as she was about to leave, she was suddenly pulled back by a force and almost fell on the patient.
Tong Wanwan looked back and saw that it was Warren who held her.
At this moment, he struggled to open his eyes, and his cold gaze was as tangible as ice on the top of a mountain, piercing into Tong Wanwan's pupils.
She was slightly stunned for a moment, "Teacher Warren?"
He's very alert. Has he woken up from a coma?
The man's originally neatly-made white coat had become a bit messy during the move, with blood staining the collar. However, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.
When Tong Wanwan looked at him again, the school doctor had already looked away.
It was as if the cold gaze just now was just her illusion.
"Teacher Warren, are you okay?" Tong Wanwan asked with some concern.
Miraculously, as Warren regained consciousness, the redness on his cheeks gradually faded, and his complexion improved considerably. Only the bloodstains on his lips still revealed what had just happened.
Warren obviously knew what had happened to him. He wiped the blood from his lips and nodded, explaining, "It's okay. It's just an old problem. You don't need to worry about me."
An old problem? Tong Wanwan blinked, confused.
What old illness would cause sudden vomiting of blood and coma?
She opened her lips and closed them again, with no desire to pry into other people's privacy.
"Then..." Tong Wanwan hesitated, "Teacher, do you need help?"
"I can go find another school doctor..."
"No need, I'm really fine." Warren glanced at her lightly, his eyes slowly moving down, finally resting on her fair and slender wrist.
The feeling of being freed by the other party still lingers on my fingertips.
"The afternoon class is about to begin." He leaned over and tapped on Tong Wanwan's laptop, reminding her.
It's also a disguised way of driving people away.
"Then I'll leave first?" Tong Wanwan was still a little worried.
The second time they met, she was frightened by the school doctor.
It is very worrying that the school doctor, whose job is to take care of students, needs to be taken care of by students in turn.
"Don't worry," Warren sighed, "There's no fatal danger, and it won't affect my work."
Coughing up blood is just a minor symptom.
What really surprised him was that he could fall asleep in school.
"I understand," Tong Wanwan bowed and said goodbye, "Teacher Warren, please take care of yourself."
"Um."
The man's eyes didn't darken until the girl left the school clinic.
After a long moment, a barely perceptible interest emerged in those dark green pupils.
The school clinic was not small and had everything he needed. He approached the sink and saw the blood-stained collar at a glance, his face froze.
He couldn't bear the dirty blood on his body for a moment, so he took out a brand new white coat from the closet.
Take it off and put it on, all in one go.
Then, he turned on the light brain, his expression focused, and his fingertips moved as if he was recording something.
After a long silence, the man stopped, turned off the screen, and chuckled.
"It's not bad even now."
His voice was a little hoarse, with a magnetic tone that could make people trance-like.
Rather than a laugh, it was more like a breath rolling out of the throat.
Abstinence and restraint.
It was also mixed with a bit of joy and happiness of getting what one wanted.
(End of this chapter)
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