The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

There were about 20 people in front of her. Tang Jiao was hot and hungry. She felt like she was going to be melted by the sun. She lowered her head and lightly kicked the raised stones on the ground with her heels, and noticed a shadow in front of her feet.

When I looked up, I saw the tall and big classmate Wang Dongqi!

She hesitated and quietly moved forward.

Wang Dongqi was talking to the squad leader when he turned his head and noticed.

Tang Jiao, who was caught, paused, raised his head with a smile and explained: "It's a bit hot, I'll borrow a place to hide, haha."

When she raised her head, she squinted due to the glare of the sun, her eyes were crooked, and the smile on her face looked stupid because she was a little embarrassed.

"no problem, no problem."

A faint blush appeared on Wang Dongqi's fair and fat face. He scratched his head and quickly turned his face away after speaking.

Tang Jiao thanked him gratefully and pulled Chen Mili in to stand as well.

Standing in the shadow, avoiding the direct glare of the sun, my breath felt a little cooler, although it was too embarrassing to hide from the sun in other people's shadows and still be discovered.

However, it’s really nice to enjoy the shade under the big tree~

Tang Jiao let out a small sigh of relief, and his eyebrows moved in relief.

Xiao Jingchuan, who had been paying attention to this side, moved his eyes and rubbed his fingertips.

After waiting for a while, we finally reached the front of the line.

Wang Dongqi has already sat down. The person responsible for collecting blood is a male doctor with thick black-framed glasses and a mask on his face, which shows his age.

Wang Dongqi put his arm on the table. The doctor tied a tourniquet on his upper arm, patted the skin on the crook of his elbow, applied iodine, picked up the blood draw needle, and smoothly inserted it into Wang Dongqi's arm.

However, there was no bleeding in the catheter connected to the blood draw needle.

The doctor slightly moved the needle stuck in the crook of Wang Dongqi's elbow. The skin around the puncture hole was already bleeding, but there was still no blood flowing out of the tube.

Tang Jiao even heard Wang Dongqi hum in pain.

The doctor pulled out the needle, still calmly, wiped the blood-soaked needle hole with a cotton swab, then found a new position and inserted it.

Still no bleeding.

Tang Jiao didn't know whether Wang Dongqi was panicking or not.

She stood behind and started to panic when she saw this situation.

She looked at the nameplate on the doctor's chest carefully with distrust, his name was Meng Hongzhi.

The scene was a bit solemn for a while, but Dr. Meng remained as steady as a rock: "Your blood vessels are not obvious, please use another hand."

The voice sounded muffled through the mask.

Tang Jiao heard this and took a closer look.

Indeed, Wang Dongqi's arm placed on the table was very big, white and fat, with almost no blood vessels visible.

He switched to his left hand, and the doctor patted the elbow where the tourniquet was tightly tied, but still couldn't see any blue color.

"Clench your hands hard, release them, and make a fist again."

The doctor directed Wang Dongqi to perform several pressurizing movements, and finally succeeded in finding the blood vessel. He picked up the needle again and inserted it carefully. This time, bright red blood flowed into the catheter.

Tang Jiao also breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at his elbow. The blue veins were particularly clear.

She felt relieved, it was obvious that there was a big blood vessel that could be easily pierced.

After a few seconds, the amount of blood collected was enough. The doctor pressed a cotton swab to the front of the needle and quickly pulled out the needle...

however,

A terrible scene appeared!

"My grass!"

Lin Haojie, standing next door, accurately shouted Tang Jiao's inner monologue.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, first a very thin column of blood shot out from the needle hole in Wang Dongqi's arm, scattered into a blood mist at a high place, and landed on Bai Pang's forearm. Then the blood continued to flow out from the needle hole, and the bright red color quickly crawled up. Over the arm...

The doctor's cotton swab tip pressed against the loneliness.

Wang Dongqi was obviously frightened, and he shrank back with a shake of his arm.

The blood seemed to flow more rapidly.

After witnessing the whole process, Tang Jiao's feet became weak. He watched the bright red blood flowing down his arms and dripping on the hem of Wang Dongqi's white school uniform. Then a small piece of blood fainted, and his eyes began to feel dizzy.

The only calm person in the audience was still Dr. Meng. He was obviously used to this kind of scene.

Without saying a word, he moved the cotton swab to press the eye of the needle. After it was dyed red, he put two new swabs on it together. Then, he quickly wiped the blood on Wang Dongqi's arm with medical cotton and the treatment was completed.

"Press the swab with your hand."

Wang Dongqi stood up holding his left arm with a grimace, and the doctor's indifferent voice sounded again.

"next."

His tone was calm and steady, but to Tang Jiao's ears it sounded like a reminder.

She guaranteed with her rich hospital experience that this must be a novice doctor who is a habitual perpetrator of acupuncture tragedy.

It must be the most complained about in the hospital.

Her heart beat faster, a feeling of nausea rose into her throat, she felt weak and sweaty, her legs were weak and she couldn't use the strength, she stumbled back, and her head began to spin.

She raised her trembling hands, wanting to ask Chen Mili to hold her up.

All of a sudden, his eyes went black.

A slender and powerful hand stretched out from behind to cover her eyes. The raised hand was caught, and then her body was turned half a circle by a force and crashed into a tall and solid chest.

The palm covering his eyes was still tightly covering his eyes, his strong arms were wrapped around his thin shoulders, and his left hand was held and pressed against the opponent's tight waist and abdomen.

Tang Jiao was hugged in an absolutely protective posture.

Amidst the intense dizziness, palpitations, and nausea caused by the fainting of blood, she regained a sense of clarity. She felt that part of her senses had been extracted from the strangulation of the bloody smell, and then she was wrapped in tenderness and threw herself into the snow. She smelled the new snow covering the pine trees. The smell of the weather is like that unusual heavy snowfall that happened once in a hundred years when I was a child.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

A distant sound came from the snow.

The classmates around had no idea what was going on. They saw Xiao Jingchuan suddenly striding behind Tang Jiao, covering her eyes, then grabbing her hand and hugging her, while lowering his head and whispering in her ear solemnly. What are you talking about.

Although the sudden action of two people hugging each other is really suspicious, the atmosphere doesn't look like a sudden romantic plot.

"What, what's wrong?"

Chen Mili was the closest, heard what Xiao Jingchuan said to Tang Jiao, and asked nervously.

"He's bleeding."

Xiao Jingchuan slightly relaxed his hand covering Tang Jiao's eyes, still holding her against his chest, slightly lowering his head and speaking quietly in her ear.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and don't think about anything."

"Breathe in - breathe out - breathe in - breathe out -"

Feeling that Tang Jiao could hear his words and was trying to adjust his breathing, he slowly let go of his hands and held Tang Jiao's shoulders to push her away to prevent her from being too tight and lacking oxygen.

As soon as he exerted force on his hands, the clothes on his chest were tightly grasped and could not be pushed away.

Tang Jiao rested his head on Xiao Jingchuan's collarbone, gasping with difficulty to adjust his breathing. However, his feet became weak uncontrollably, and he could only tighten his hands on the clothes in front of him.