"Let's go." Feng Yicong waved his hand.
The two walked down the stairs and walked towards Xie Wanying.
Seeing this, Xie Wanying knew she couldn't escape and had to stand where she was.
The two classmates ran, as if they were subconsciously worried that she would escape, and they ran up to her at a fast speed.
"Yingying, the counselor said that you went home, just like Shihua. Is someone in your family sick?" Standing in front of her, Feng Yicong asked her anxiously.
"Are you two going to work today?" Xie Wanying didn't answer her own question. She looked at the white coats they were wearing and tried to change the subject.
"We just finished work and are going back to the dormitory." Feng Yicong answered her.
Xie Wanying turned to talk to Pan, not giving Feng time to ask further questions, and said, "I heard from the counselor the day before yesterday that you were back."
"Yes." Pan Shihua answered briefly, unlike Feng's nagging. The sadness hidden in his beautiful eyes was clearly reflected. Everyone could read from his eyes that his grandfather had really passed away.
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Xie Wanying saw the white shirt and black pants that Pan wore under his white coat. It was obvious that Pan was still mourning for his grandfather after returning. Suddenly, she felt nervous and thought of her grandfather.
"Yingying, you don't look well." Pan Shihua suddenly said to her word by word.
Pan stared at her face the whole time, not like Feng trying to identify her, but observing her complexion. Pan's observation ability was terrifying. Xie Wanying's heart exploded, and alarm bells rang. She was tired these two days, and she had just donated blood this morning. No matter how healthy she was, it was unlikely that she would have a very good complexion. She was afraid that Pan would find something abnormal.
"Really? Really?" Feng Yicong asked twice, then turned around and looked at Pan Shihua's face.
Xie Wanying was almost sweating from their stares, and she kept saying, "Nothing. I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well in the past two days."
"What did you do? Why didn't you sleep well?" Feng Yicong asked anxiously.
Pan Shihua's eyes scanned her face all the way, his brows tightly furrowed, and he whispered worriedly, "Yingying, are you okay?"
Don't say that like Teacher Tan did. Xie Wanying thought: Oh no.
Sure enough, a force in her mind began to pull her towards another door.
“Yingying!”
The classmate's voice faded away, and what emerged in her mind was the cloud-like memory of her rebirth.
Behind the mist was the voice of that person saying "Are you okay?" Who was it and why did he say this to her? Was it to comfort her who had lost her loved ones? Or was there something else?
Feng Yicong and Pan Shihua, who saw her faint, turned pale with fear. They hurriedly supported her limp body and pinched her philtrum for a while. Seeing that she didn't wake up, they panicked.
"Send her to the emergency room." Feng Yicong, sweating profusely, grabbed her hands.
Pan Shihua hurriedly helped her onto Feng Yicong's back.
He carried her on his back and ran to the hospital emergency department.
Fortunately, the hospital is here and the emergency room is close, so the passerby was sent to the emergency department in just a few steps.
"Teacher Yu." Feng Yicong called him senior brother.
"Teacher Jiang." Pan Shihua called his teaching supervisor.
Hearing their students shouting, Yu Xuexian and Doctor Jiang came out and asked the students, "What's going on?" While asking, the two saw the figure carried on Feng's back.
"Xie Wanying." Doctor Jiang opened his eyes wide, recognized her features, and asked, "When did she come back?"
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