"Uncle, please try to be as fast as possible, I'll be in a hurry."

Song Ranran urged the taxi master to speed up along the way, and Xu Jia's voice was still floating in his mind.

Ji Shixue is now in the alley of No. 3 Middle School, blocked by Zheng Ye and Sun Mengda and the gangsters outside. They secretly brought controlled knives...

There are rules for students to fight and make fun of each other. The first thing is that you should not play too much, otherwise you will not be able to stop the scene and will cause everyone to do so.

For ordinary small friction, two groups of people made a appointment with a place, and just beat them with bare hands and empty hand. Secretly preparing to click on sticks and bricks is already the highest scale. Go up and move out iron rods, steel plates and utility knifes, and then pass, which will touch the cordon that alarms teachers, parents, and even the police.

Even a pen sharpener cannot be used, let alone a controlled tool that is prohibited by law from private carrying.

Are triangular, knife, spring, and knife fun things like blood grooves? It will take a moment of bleeding, and it will not be possible to recover after damaging muscles and bones for more than half a month.

The gangsters in society may not use them to act seriously. Students even brought such extremely lethal knives with small fuss. They have seen too many young and dandy boys and alley old cannons.

Song Ranran's mind was full of crime scenes that usually accompanied Su Qinghan to watch the news and bloody and violent scenes in the movie. People who were lying on the ground and bleeding all changed into the same face.

Her face turned pale for a moment, and even the taxi master joked that "Is the little girl rushing to see her boyfriend?" She scanned the code and paid the car, and was driven to run towards the alley of No. 3 Middle School.

It was not until she arrived at the entrance of the alley that she saw Ji Shixue pressing the large flower arm uniform with one hand and falling to the ground that her uneasiness gradually faded away.

Then, the Moxie's head next to him was waving the bricks and was about to smash it on the Seasonal Head.

Without thinking, she rushed up quickly, grabbed the brick and crushed it, and her voice was raised uncontrollably and cold: "Classmate, I told you that it's not good to fight."

The circle of people was stunned by her interruption.

Ji Shixu's brows spread out, then twisted into a ball, with disagreement in his eyes: "Why are you here? Go back first, I will solve the problem and they will go to your downstairs to find you."

Zheng Ye also reacted at this time, tilting the spring in his hand and said, "Why are you here to deal with problems between men? If you are not good at sticks or guns, you might hit you in the face. While your brother is in a good mood, go back quickly and don't mix with our affairs."

The others also looked at her with fun: "Beauty, this is not a place you can come."

Song Ranran didn't look at them, and looked at Ji Shixue carefully for a circle. He saw blood oozing from the cracks of his hands covering his waist, and his face sank: "Are you stabbed by a knife?"

This was a question. She was not going to wait for his answer. Her eyes were around the people outside, and her eyes were on the knife in Zheng Ye's hand. Without saying a word, she rushed up and broke the knife and fell to the corner of the wall.

Zheng Ye felt a sharp wind blowing at his face, and then his wrist was locked and his weapon was removed.

The broken knife hit the ground and made a "ding" sound.

Zheng Ye widened his eyes in disbelief: "Fuck! What's this thing? Did you break it?"

Sun Mengda and Moxigantou and a group of people slowly surrounded themselves with knives, and their eyes turned from being playful to being serious.

"You guys try to touch her." Ji Shixu stood up, pulled Song Ranran behind him to protect him, and glanced at them coldly: "I don't mind continuing to play with you some big things."

Before the group of people could react, Song Ranran took his free hand and pushed him to the wall and leaned against the wall. He seriously reminded: "Don't move, cover the wound, I will be healed soon."

She protected him, swept the circle of people indifferently, hooked her hands, and made a preparation posture: "I'm very busy, you guys go together, don't waste your time."

Everyone: "..." This girl has gone on the wrong set!

Three invisible black lines fell on the faces of the group of people led by Big Flower Arm and Sun Mengda, and looked at her speechlessly.

The next second, speechlessness turns into shock.

A gust of wind rushed straight to the door, and then the knife and steel pipe in his hand were taken away, or they broke and bent and fell to the corner behind them with brute force.

In another second, the corpse was lying in a fancy way.

The arm was twisted and turned upside down, and one of them fell over the shoulder and threw it away from the corner of the wall on the other side; then a punch reached the lungs, and the nose was pushed by the elbow, and blood gushed out of the nose, and he collapsed to the ground and moaned, "Ouch, oh," and moaned. The shirt was open to reveal the developed chest muscles and six bulging abdominal muscles, and there was also a powerful big green dragon tattooed on it. Then the big green dragon was punched by someone, fisting to the chest, with purple in the green, and the abdominal muscles were pushed by the elbow, and a spasm was about to spit out the sour water in the stomach; the carefully decorated riveted leather jacket was pulled by someone with both hands, locked his throat and pulled it down, and the knees were pushed, and a big bag immediately swollen from the forehead, and his eyes were dizzy and falling to the ground...

When Ding Yifan and the others rushed over with their sticks, they saw such a scene.

Song Ranran wandered between the big flower arm of society and the yellow-haired high school student, hitting the pain point directly without any dragging on the slightest movement, and moving rapidly.

After a while, the wave of people who were carrying the three-edged steel pipe and iron rod were put on the ground with all their beards and tails, or groaning or retching. Under the corner of the wall was a wreck of the knife rod.

Ding Yifan and the others rubbed their eyes, blinked a few times, and found that the scene was still the same, so they finally accepted the reality.

"She...she did it alone?" Ding Yifan stuttered, unable to say anything: "All these... are they made by her?"

As soon as he got to the point, Xu Jia, who witnessed Song Ranran protecting her husband throughout the whole process, leaned against the wall and raised her eyebrows: "Yes, your brother Shi was protected by her throughout the whole process."

Ding Yifan was stunned for a second, then cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, then I'll call the police!"

Zhang Xun praised: "A single pick is thirty, Ranran is so awesome."

Wu Zhihao: "I just said it would be difficult for this girl to see. Sure enough, she had not yet exerted all her strength that day."

Xie Bin and others patted their little chests and felt scared: "Damn it, fortunately I recognized my sister-in-law early, otherwise we would be the ones lying on the ground now."

Xu Jia, carrying a white plastic bag, slowly kicked away the third middle school man blocking the road and walked to Song Ranran: "Simply bandage him and wait until the police arrive to take the record together."

It took too long for too long to exercise like this, and Song Ranran was a little breathing. She stood there and calmed her breathing, calmed her emotions, and crossed the "stalking man" all over the ground to bandage Ji Shixu: "You bear it first, we will go to the hospital for treatment soon."

She carefully moved Ji Shixue away from her hand on her waist and lifted up half of her thin sweatshirt. She could not help but take a breath in her heart. After blinking, her eyes gradually turned red, and her voice was small, as if she was afraid of disturbing something: "Isn't it very painful? Let's go to the hospital now."

"It's okay, it's just a scary look. Just do it like that night, don't be afraid." Ji Shixue pushed away her hair scattered because of the fight, her tone was gentle, and she comforted: "Xu Jia only bought gauze, do you want me to accompany you to buy hellokitty band-aid?"

On the other side, Ding Yifan and Zhang Xun and his group were kicking the third-middle man who was tying up the corpse one by one, cursing and swearing, showing their basic level of national curses.

"I'm really fucking. Can't you be a human being? The world is so big, there are garbage cans everywhere. You can hurry up and go back and don't come out to harm society."

"You guys are so fucking good. You even have a knife to peel off your skin. Why don't you just shoot yourself without a single shot? You're so mediocre, saying that mentally retarded insults the word mentally retarded!"

"Social scum, I didn't remember it after I put Brother Shi in the Bingku for a while. This time, he was still getting bigger and bigger. Get out of the detention center for the New Year!"

Xu Jia first glanced at Sun Mengda who was crying with his stomach covering his stomach, and looked contemptuous: "I just came out of the junior high school management office a while ago, and now I want to go in again? Interesting."

Then he kicked Zheng Ye's waist lying on the ground with his toes, looking disgusted: "You are the boss of the Third Middle School. Take your pen brother to the junior high school to celebrate the New Year with Sun Mengda! If you are not good at being a good person, you must be trash."

He looked at the big social flower arms lying on the ground and wailing, with unconcealed disgust in his eyes.

"You have low education and poor legal awareness. I am kind enough to give you a law. According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law of the People's Republic of China, those who illegally carry controlled knives into public places or public transportation will be detained for not less than five days and not more than ten days, and fined. This is just the premise that you have not stabbed the season. Now, those who hurt people like you are guilty of intentional injury and will be held criminally responsible, and are generally sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years."

He paused for two seconds, turned his head to see that Song Ranran had almost bandaged, and kicked Zheng Ye and Sun Mengda, who were pretending to be dead, and said: "Don't think that if you are a minor student, you can escape punishment. The minor illegally carried knives and was still criminally detained. Leave a case of intentional injury, and wait to drop out of school."

Sun Mengda has no worries about debts, no itchy lice, and he is used to living in the Shaoguan Office. It doesn’t matter if there is more case, so he just lie on the ground, looking like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and he can no longer wind in the east, west, south and north.

Zheng Ye is different. He is the king of the school and he is the one who is the one who is so powerful that he can be fat when he walks out of the school gate. In fact, he has the appearance of being strong outside and being weak inside. He just relies on a group of younger brothers to sway, and is a typical bully of good and afraid of evil.

When Xu Jia was frightened, his whole body couldn't stop shaking, as if he saw the future of singing "Tears in the Iron Window".

He was anxious. While Xu Jia and the others were not paying attention, he touched the Triangle on the edge of Ji Shixue. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and stabbed himself on his waist, sucking the air conditioner, saying, "I stab Ji Shixue with one knife, and now I can stab myself with one knife. Can I clear the two?"

Ding Yifan and the others watched his knife stab at his waist, and they had no time to stop him, and they were dumbfounded: "It's a werewolf."

Snake sperm among werewolfs.

The sound of intermittent sirens came from a distance. Zheng Ye felt even more anxious and struggled to get up, going to pull Ji Shisei's trouser legs: "Ji Shisei, let's clear the two, don't call the police, I will never cause trouble for you again in the future."

"Don't move anymore, it will pull the wound." Song Ranran protected Ji Shixue and stepped back, putting the remaining iodine wine, gauze, and Yunnan Baiyao powder next to him: "Gang it quickly."

The sirens were getting closer and closer, and the car stopped at the intersection of the alley. Three police officers on duty came down: "Who called the police and said that someone was fighting here and illegally possessing controlled knives?"

"It's me." Xu Jia took a step forward and pointed to the big social flower arms and Sun Mengda who were pretending to be dead on the ground: "It was they who attacked my classmate and stabbed him with a knife."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he skipped Zheng Ye.

Ding Yifan followed and said, "Uncle Police, these are these people, they are bad."

The police looked around the scene and recognized the leader's Dahuabang and Sun Mengda: "Why are you again? I just came out a while ago, and just a few days later, I'm causing trouble again?"

Without saying a word, he took out the handcuffs and locked them up.

There were two victims who had been stabbed next to him. The older policeman thought for a moment and said to the young Danfeng-eyed policeman: "Yang Ning, take two students to the hospital to treat the wound first and then come back. The rest will be recorded with me at the police station."

"Uncle police, can I go and accompany them to the hospital first?" Song Ranran looked at the bandage that was oozing blood from Ji Shixu's waist and said, "I'm not relieved."

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University Affiliated Hospital.

Zheng Ye was seriously injured, and there was a triangular knife inserted into his waist. He was rushed to the emergency department by the nurse in a wheelchair.

Yang Ning took Song Ranran and Ji Shixue to sign up, and sat quietly in the clinic waiting for the clinic to call the number.

It is the peak weekend evening, and there are many people in the hospital. Next to it is the pediatric department. Many parents are queuing with their children in the rest area, and the children are crying endlessly. The giant LED display in front is holding Peppa Pig in order to calm the restlessness of the waiting patients.

Song Ranran pulled Ji Shixue to sit down in the quiet corner, asking him from time to time how he felt. Yang Ning stood against the wall, looking at the backs of the two of them, and his lips curled up, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, the nurse called them and the three of them went in.

The doctor who was on the clinic was stunned by Yang Ning's uniform, then looked at the other two people who looked like students and asked hesitantly: "Who are you injured?"

Both of them looked very good. The boy had a pale face, but he had a smile on his lips; although the girl had red lips and white teeth, she looked nervous.

Song Ranran handed over the medical record: "The doctor is him, he was stabbed by a spring or knife."

"Where did you get pierced?" The doctor stood up and looked at Ji Shixu's injuries. When he saw the gauze stained with blood, he frowned: "Why are you so careless?"

After the wound was lifted, the eyebrows were slightly stretched: "Fortunately, this part has not damaged the internal organs yet, just sew a needle."

Ji Shixu sat aside and looked calm, as if they weren't talking about him.

Song Ranran: "Sew a needle?"

The doctor handed the medicine sheet to Yang Ning and glanced at her: "This is not serious. After taking an anesthesia and sewing the needle, I will get better after going home for a few days. The emergency room was stabbed by a three-length knife, and I guess I will be in the hospital for two or three days."

Song Ranran: “…”

Yang Ning quickly took the anesthetic and needles to suture the wounds. The doctor picked out the wounds that had been attached to each other, revealing the ferocious flesh and blood.

Song Ranran shook silently, and turned her face away from her fear of looking. The next second, she turned her head tightly, held Ji Shixue's hand, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Ji Shixu gently stroked the back of her hand, and there was a smile in her hoarse voice, and she whispered: "I don't hurt, don't be afraid."

"How can it not hurt if you lie?" Song Ranran's voice was trembling.

"If you stay with me, I won't feel any pain." Ji Shixu looked up at her and chuckled: "Or...you give me some more rewards."

Yang Ning, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but knock on the table: "Student, do you want to sew a needle, don't laugh, don't touch the wound."

Song Ranran flipped her pockets, and the skirt she wore had no pockets, and naturally there was no candy.
Chapter completed!