Rebirth in school

"Tell me, are you done yet?"

Since you were transferred here, no matter what dishes we cook or eat, people in our kitchen always complain, "Why do we smell blood?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? No matter how I teach you, you just can't learn. You always cut it very well."

"In the end, you had to cut your hand. What's the matter? You're bleeding and you're afraid it won't dry up, or what? Huh?"

"Comrade Xiao Qi, are you being mean to me? I beg you, can you please stop doing this? I really think you did it on purpose."

When Xiao Qi heard this, he threw the knife on the chopping board, turned around, looked at the squad leader, and cried out in anger.

"Squad leader, please speak with conscience. Come, look at my hands. How many scars are there?"

"Look, do I look like I did it on purpose? I'm fine, am I asking for trouble?"

"You think I want to chop myself, and do it on purpose? Why don't you try chopping one yourself?"

"I think you're capable, so you can cut yourself a few times. You're still blaming me. I'm still feeling aggrieved. Who can I tell?"

"You think I want to do it? If you have the ability, transfer me away. If you don't have the ability, just bear with it."

The squad leader of the kitchen squad was so frightened by Xiao Qi's yelling and looking at Xiao Qi's crazy appearance that he took several steps back and dared not say a word.

The main thing is that the scene was a bit scary. The wound on Xiaoqi's hand was bleeding and his face was full of despair.

He didn't dare say anything more, in case this man got so upset that he slit his own throat with a knife.

He can forget about his job as squad leader, he will probably be buried with him.

At this time, the quarrel between the two attracted people outside, and a large group of people rushed in.

A member of the kitchen team looked at Xiaoqi's hands, which were oozing with blood.

He immediately stepped forward, found a piece of cloth, covered his wound, and pulled him out, shouting as he walked.

"Xiao Qi, your hand is already in such a mess, why are you still standing there? You are stupid, hurry up and find a medical staff to bandage it!"

"You are really asking for your life. You bleed like this every day. If you don't pay attention, you will be bled dry sooner or later."

Xiao Qi turned around and glanced at the kitchen squad and the squad leader, then followed his roommates in the kitchen squad to the health room with a helpless look on his face.

The squad leader of the kitchen squad stood there, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Another member of the cooking squad, looking at the squad leader, gave him an admonition.

"Squad leader, don't blame Xiao Qi. You see, he was fine in the beginning, but it's really strange that every time he gets to the back, he cuts his hands."

"I took him to see a doctor, but the doctor said it was not a disease."

"He is also in great distress. Who would be willing to cut himself with a knife for no reason?"

"Look, every time he gets a wound, it's so big and so long. Just thinking about it makes me feel so painful!"

When the squad leader of the kitchen squad heard what his subordinates said, he nodded, sighed deeply, turned to look at his subordinates, and waved his hand.

"Hey, I don't blame him. As you know, recently in our cafeteria, no matter which leader or colleague, everyone who has eaten the food has said that there is a bloody smell."

We have already cleaned all the bloodstained food ingredients several times, and people say that there is still a smell. "

"What do you want me to do? If this continues, our entire kitchen team will be out of work."

"No, we should transfer him away. Forget it. We can't keep him here!"

Hearing this, another member of the kitchen squad nearby frowned and looked at the squad leader.

"Squad leader, where can you transfer him to? I heard that he is from the special task force."

"It's because I've been unlucky lately. I don't know why, but I can't complete any missions."

"It is said that several missions were exposed because of his unlucky physique."

"So, he was sent down here, and now he is in our kitchen."

"If he can't stay in our kitchen, where can you let him go?"

"Could it be that he should be discharged from the army? With his unlucky constitution, I think even if he is discharged from the army, he will be in trouble when he returns home!"

The squad leader of the kitchen squad patted his forehead and said when he heard this.

"I really want to assign him to the bad guys as an undercover agent. With his unlucky physique, he can make those bad guys so angry that they vomit blood."

At the innermost part, another member of the kitchen team heard this and quickly waved his hand.

"Captain, please stop it. If someone like him were to go undercover, he would be discovered in less than a day."

"Even if they don't see through him, once people see his unlucky physique, they will definitely abandon him."

"Who can stand this? Isn't this a bomb placed next to you at any time and anywhere?"

A discordant voice came.

"Don't say that. He has bad luck of his own making. Otherwise, it would be great for him to be in the special forces!"

"Why did he have to come down? Look, there's no one like him. He was cutting well at the beginning, but in the end, he always cut his hand."

"I agree with what the squad leader said. I also think that he did it on purpose. Maybe he wanted to do it on purpose so that he could return to the special forces."

After hearing this, voices of opposition were also heard.

"Don't try to persuade others to be good without experiencing their suffering. We are not them, and we cannot understand their pain at all."

"Think about it, he was a member of the special forces, but because of bad luck, he was demoted to our kitchen squad. This is already quite frustrating."

"Now in the kitchen, this kind of situation still happens. How upset must he be?"

"You are still here saying these sarcastic words, can you live with your conscience?"

"As comrades in the People's Liberation Army, can't we understand each other a little bit?"

The people in the kitchen were talking about it, and the protagonist of the discussion, Xiao Qi, was walking to the health room with the support of a member of the kitchen.

The doctor in the clinic was used to seeing Xiao Qi being supported in, so he shook his head.

"You've cut it again. Your wound is quite regular. Every time, you have to cut it after three days. Bring it here, let me take a look. Is it cut deep or shallow this time?"

As the doctor spoke, he pulled Xiaoqi's hand over and uncovered the red-stained towel. When he saw the wound at the base of his thumb, he frowned.

"Comrade Xiao Qi, how come your wound was cut right up to the base of your thumb? Such a large wound will probably need stitches!"

"If you don't get stitches, you can't work, and the waiting period is long."

"Besides, it's still a little hot right now, which is not conducive to wound recovery. It's easy for the wound to fester!"

When Xiao Qi heard this, he frowned slightly. Now the squad leader of the kitchen squad was very dissatisfied with him.

If he doesn't go to work, he will probably have to retire from the army! !

The member of the kitchen team next to Xiao Qi heard this and hurriedly spoke.

"Doctor, just sew him up. Nothing is more important than health. Let's talk about whether to go to work or not. Sew him up first and heal the wound."

When the doctor heard this, he nodded, took out disinfectant and cotton balls from the side, and started cleaning Xiaoqi's wound.

Originally, Xiao Qi was a person who was particularly afraid of pain, but this period of nearly a month really made him suffer.

Now the doctors and nurses were disinfecting him, but he no longer felt any pain. Even when the doctor wanted to give him anesthesia, he waved his hand to refuse.

"Doctor, just sew it up! I feel like I'm immune to the pain. Don't waste an anesthetic on me."

When the doctor heard this, he looked at Xiao Qi's expressionless face and nodded.

"Okay, I'll try it. If it hurts, tell me."

Xiaoqi nodded. The doctor took the needle and thread handed to him by the nurse, inserted the curved needle into Xiaoqi's palm, and began to sew.

While the doctor was stitching, he was observing Xiaoqi's expression. If he found that he felt pain, he would quickly give him anesthesia.

However, to everyone's surprise, Xiao Qi really didn't feel anything and didn't feel any pain at all.

The doctor frowned. He really tried his best for Xiao Qi. No matter how he examined him, he was in good health and had no problems.

But every now and then, he would cut himself and have to run to him every day, either to treat the wound or change the bandages. He had gotten used to it.

Now, he doesn't even feel the pain. Looking at Xiao Qi, who looks quite handsome, the doctor feels a little worried.

This child is so young, but he has this strange disease. I wonder if it will affect his chances of getting married. He is a good person, but he has such an unfortunate physique that it can be fatal.

The doctor shook his head, quickly completed the movements in his hands, took out the needle, cut the thread, and began to apply medicine to Xiaoqi and bandage the wound.

Because it was at the base of the thumb, I had to bandage the entire palm and the area connecting the thumb and thumb, leaving only four fingers exposed.

The thumb has to be supported. This bandage is the most uncomfortable. The thumb has to be supported upwards all the time and it is difficult to move. The base of the thumb will hurt if it moves.

Originally, the doctor wanted to tell him these things, but when he thought about it, Xiaoqi didn't even feel any pain, not even the stitches hurt.

There is no point in talking about this anymore. After bandaging the wound, the doctor took the medicine beside him and handed it to Xiao Qi.

"Comrade Xiaoqi, this is an oral medicine, one pill at a time, three times a day, for anti-inflammatory and pain relief."

Xiao Qi nodded, took the medicine, and turned back to his residence.

The kitchen staff behind him were not following him, so he had to go and ask for leave for Xiaoqi.

Moreover, he couldn't persuade Xiao Qi now, so he could only let him heal himself.

After Xiao Qi returned to his residence, he fell on his bed.

Looking at the wound on his hand, white mist gathered in his eyes, drops of pearls slid down and dripped on the gauze and legs........