Chapter 39 Care

The fight was like a storm, and it came and went quickly.

But both of them were more or less injured.

Kou Xiang's abdomen was kicked by Xu Jiamao. His face was deep all afternoon, and he sat on a chair, curling his abdomen.

Seeing that there was a lot of sweat from his forehead, Shen Xingwei asked him if there was anything wrong. He just kept a calm face and said nothing.

This guy is willing to suffer forever.

After school, Yang Zhi bid farewell to Su Beibei and Lin Lubai and would not go home with them tonight. She was afraid that Kou Xiang and Xu Jiamao would have another unpleasant conflict, so she had to look at him.

Kou Xiang forced himself to walk out of the school gate with her. The sweat along the way made his clothes soaked, and a layer of wet dark color was leached.

Yang Zhi frowned and said, "Are you very hot?"

She reached out to touch Kou Xiang's forehead, Kou Xiang grabbed her hand, and the next second—

He fell straight on her.

Yang Zhi was forced to continue his tall and strong body, and all his strength was pressing up.

Yang Zhi felt that his waist was about to break.

"Kou Xiang!"

The sweat on his face dripped down the tip of his nose and soaked on her shoulders: "The stomach hurts a little."

It can be heard from his rapid breathing and hoarse voice, and it is probably not just a little pain.

"I, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Yang Zhi was frightened by his situation and hurriedly helped him stop a taxi on the street and headed straight to the hospital.

**

It was getting late and the corridor was empty. Sometimes patients in hospital gowns walked by trembling against the wall.

Kou Xiang walked out of the ward and saw Yang Zhi sitting alone on the bench with his back alone.

He whistled.

Yang Zhi quickly pretended to look down at his phone, and then wiped his eyes hard with the back of his hand.

"There is blood accumulation, and no internal organs are damaged." Kou Xiang sat next to her and reached out to rub her hair: "It's okay."

The girl beside her bent her back and shivered slightly.

Kou Xiang's generous palm fell on her back and gently stroked it.

Yang Zhi seemed to be unable to help it anymore, and his sobs gradually became louder: "You promised not to fight."

Kou Xiang's heart was twisted together and pulled into a group. He didn't dare to look at her face at all, thinking that he was really not a man.

The guy who makes the beloved woman cry is not a fucking man.

He simply took off his T-shirt and showed his shirtlessness.

He kneaded his t-shirt into a ball, pressed her head, and wiped her tears in a random way. Yang Zhi struggled and called out a few times. Kou Xiang had to wipe the tears from her face before he could give up.

She pushed him away with force, looked at him angrily, grabbed her schoolbag and stood up and left, Kou Xiang chased after him all the way.

"Oh, I was wrong."

Yang Zhi said in anger: "It's so stinking."

Kou Xiang put his clothes under his nose and sniffed: "It's not smelly, but it's also a manly smell."

Yang Zhi said so casually, and almost got amused by his actions, and he had a tense face: "You are so rude."

Kou Xiang slowed down and leaned against the wall and called out "Ouch".

Yang Zhi quickly turned around and helped him: "Does it hurt again? Is the doctor sure there is no problem?"

Kou Xiang took her into his arms, pressed her head hard, and stuffed it into his chest, almost suffocating Yang Zhi to death.

This man is really too rough!

Yang Zhi pushed him away and took a few steps back: "I'm angry if you do this again."

But Kou Xiang lowered his head and smiled, and there was still a hint of embarrassment between his eyebrows and eyes.

Yang Zhi felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him and said with no confidence: "Why are you laughing at?"

"Thinking of you today, the real murderer."

He was talking about the sound of Yang Zhi yelling at Xu Jiamao.

"I've really calmed me down."

Thinking of what happened this afternoon, Yang Zhi blushed a little and turned around and walked outside the outpatient building: "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Kou Xiang accelerated his pace and chased her all the way, came out of the outpatient building, and walked to the side of the neon road.

There was an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth: "I feel it."

Yang Zhi was still sulking: "I finally feel your shamelessness?"

"No." Kou Xiang smiled: "Your response."

She was stunned and turned to look at him.

Under the street light, his eyes were deep in the shadows of the high eyebrows, but it became darker and brighter.

"I feel your response to me." He curled his smile and opened his hands openly: "Hug me."

Extremely solemn and extremely pious.

Yang Zhi suddenly felt a blush on his cheeks. She turned her head and whispered: "I didn't respond to you."

Behind him, Kou Xiang said relaxedly: "One day, you will want to hold me on your own initiative, and then you will want to hold me every day."

"Not that day!"

Kou Xiang stared at her fleeing back and shouted, "There must be."

**

On the afternoon of the conflict between Kou Xiang and Xu Jiamao, Xu Jiamao did not attend the last two classes. A bloody mark was drawn on the rough edge of the bench, and blood dripped all over the floor.

He wrapped his arms in clothes and went straight to the infirmary.

Xu Jiamao absolutely cherishes his body. He has suffered a lot since he was a child and has been beaten a lot. Only then did he realize that no one in this world cares about you except himself. If you regard yourself as a bad life, you will be so alive that you are not as good as a maggot.

How much he has to hurt himself.

The nurse in the infirmary treated Xu Jiamao's wound and told him not to get spicy and not to get water. Xu Jiamao agreed and said to the nurse: "The back of my neck still hurts."

The nurse pulled open his collar and looked at it, saying, "It's all bruised, you're fighting with someone again."

"No, I'm playing basketball."

"It's not easy to hit this way." The nurse said slightly sarcastically: "Young people, don't be so strong in liver fire."

Xu Jiamao smiled innocently.

"I'll give you a list and go to the pharmacy to get medicine to cure blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

"Thank you, Sister Nurse."

A call from the nurse sister made the aunt over forty excited: "I learned to be so slick at such a young age, and I will be fine in the future."

Xu Jiamao said: "Otherwise, how can you find a wife?"

"Ha, I'm thinking about my wife at a young age."

"Yes, my wife." A back of a white skirt appeared in Xu Jiamao's mind. He stopped talking, and after a long time, he shook his head.

After the nurse left, he sat in the ward for a while, then took the doctor's order and went to the ward downstairs to get the medicine.

"38 per bottle, do you have a student ID?"

"Yes." Xu Jiamao handed over his student ID.

"Just give 20 students a student ID."

Xu Jiamao took the medicine, and when he turned around, he shook his eyes with a white dress.

A sudden sting in my heart.

Song Mo passed by him, but didn't even look at him. He went straight to the pharmacy window and said to the doctor: "Get a box of Yunnan Baiyao."

Xu Jiamao turned to look at her. She had grown a lot taller over the years. Her figure looked tighter because she gradually matured. She was no longer the chubby glutinous rice dumplings she had when she was a child.

When she passed by him, there seemed to be a fragrance that seemed to be everywhere.

Xu Jiamao's heart tightened.

When she took the medicine and was about to leave, Xu Jiamao suddenly said, "Are you injured?"

"No." Song Mo's voice was very calm: "Take it to someone else."

"Who can have such a great deal of face to get Miss Song to deliver the medicine in person."
To be continued...