"I am a boy, so a minor injury is nothing. The main thing is that Senior Sister Xiao Ding is a girl. If she was hit by a shelf full of goods, she might be seriously injured."

Ding Ning's eyes were red, and there were tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She had cried just now, and her tears were filled with emotion and fear. Her mood was very complicated, but in the final analysis, she was still blaming herself.

"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry, it was me who caused you to get hurt."

"What you said is superfluous, isn't it?" Qi Yan looked like it was nothing serious, "It's not like you deliberately tried to hit me. Who would have thought that that factory is so unprofessional, and there would be problems with just setting up the goods? What a coincidence.

No."

Ding Ning felt extremely guilty, her eyes still astringent, "Thank you."

"How many times have you said thank you, once is enough," he thought for a moment, smiled and said: "If you really want to thank me, you can pack my lunch for a week. You brought your own lunch

Lunch smells delicious to me, much more delicious than the barbecue rice."

Ding Ning: "..."

Zhou Mo on the side couldn't help laughing.

Qi Yan's heartless energy rivaled Song Yan's.

My hand was dislocated, but I didn’t feel any pain. I still wanted to eat, and I also said that the barbecue rice for lunch was not delicious.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiaoshuang was not here. If she heard Qi Yan's words, she would be furious. Qi Yan's hands would be dislocated by then.

Originally, Qi Yan was injured because he was trying to save Ding Ning. Logically speaking, Ding Ning should express his feelings, but Ding Ning also had his own difficulties.

Cooking for another boy...

"This... is not very convenient."

"Why is it inconvenient?" Qi Yan asked.

"I made it in the dormitory, the pot is small, and..." Ding Ning said: "Using a pot in the dormitory is illegal, I'm afraid..."

"That's it, forget it." Qi Yan didn't force anyone to do anything.

"I can order food for you. I'll cover your lunch for this month." Ding Ning said.

"That's fine," Qi Yan said without any hesitation.

Zhou Mo had previously felt that if someone like Qi Yan, who was not on the same page as their way of thinking, got along with him, if there was any conflict or friction, it might really cause a big fuss.

Qi Yan has an upright temperament, and seems not to be very good at twisting and turning in his thoughts. He will say whatever he says, and at first glance he looks like a weakling with poor Chinese skills. He has no reading comprehension at all.

Now it seems that he is quite good like this.

At least he didn't shirk Ding Ning's kindness in expressing his gratitude out of politeness or embarrassment.

Although it seemed like Qi Yan would be fine, it also made Ding Ning feel less guilty and more grateful.

People will have conflicts, and when people with different personalities and behaviors get along, there will be friction, but it does not necessarily have to develop into a quarrel or a quarrel.

In the final analysis, it is related to personal character and quality.

Qi Yan is quite different, but not without quality.

"Stop talking," Shen Qingyi urged, "Han Chen, take him to have his bones set quickly."

"good."

Han Chen responded and took the group to the bone setting room.

The person in charge of setting the bones was an old doctor who was very old. His hair was completely white, and even his back was slightly rickety. However, his unsmiling demeanor made him look like a "martial arts master".

He didn't talk much. When he saw Han Chen coming, he didn't ask anything and waited quietly for Han Chen to explain his condition.

"Come here," he turned his chair and said to Qi Yan expressionlessly.

Qi Yan was obviously frightened by this serious aura and stepped forward cautiously.

The old doctor pinched his wrist and touched it a few times. Qi Yan thought the old doctor was checking his bones, but when he was unprepared, he clicked twice.

Just listen to Qi Yan's painful roar of "Ah——", which is more painful than the emoticon of the roaring marmot.

"Okay, what's it called?"

The old doctor released Qi Yan's wrist and interrupted Qi Yan's screams.

Qi Yan opened his mouth, his voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the old doctor in surprise and confusion.

He tried to move, but it seemed that the pain was not as painful as before, or in other words, it was basically no longer painful.

"Don't move, be careful not to dislocate it again." The old doctor saw Qi Yan's thoughts.

Qi Yan immediately held up his wrists and obediently resumed his previous puppy handshake posture.

The old doctor said to a young doctor in front of the computer, "Prescribe a plaster."

He turned to Qi Yan and asked: "What price do you want? Is there..."

"The best one, whichever one is best for him to use," Shen Qingyi spoke first before the old doctor finished speaking.

The old doctor didn't say anything, and directly said to the little doctor in front of the computer: "Open it."

"Okay, Master," the young doctor said to Han Chen after some operations on the computer, "Doctor Han, you can pay."

"Where can I pay the fee? I'll pay it," Shen Qingyi asked.

"You can operate it on your mobile phone. I have registered his number just now and there is a record of him in the system."

"Are you using your phone?"

"Um."

"Okay, you pay for me, and I'll transfer the fee to you."

Qi Yan on the side asked doubtfully: "Teacher, why do you still pay for me when I am sick? No, I will just transfer it to Dr. Han later."

"Put your plaster carefully and don't think about the medical expenses." Shen Qingyi pulled Han Chen aside and asked about the medical expenses and the precautions to be taken after the plaster was applied.

Qi Tan followed the old doctor's instructions, sat on a bed in the house, and stretched out his hand to him.

The old doctor took the consumables and put the plaster in place in a few clicks. An told him not to touch the water and would review it in a week, and everything was over quickly.

Before anyone could react, the old doctor shouted to the door: "Next person."

Han Chen winked, "Okay, let's go."

Zhou Mo sneaked up to Han Chen. After following Han Chen out, she asked, "Are you so popular? I think the teacher just now didn't want to talk to you."

Han Chen laughed angrily, "If he ignores me, then I must be a national treasure expert professor. He has always been like this as a master, he is not kind to anyone, but his skills are nothing to say. His bone-setting techniques are probably the best in the world."

I couldn’t even find another person. Because of his presence, many patients with dislocations and misalignments were able to avoid surgery. The Department of Orthopedics at Dongda First Hospital has a good reputation, and he is half of the credit.”

Zhou Mo asked curiously: "Then he is better than Director Gu?"

Han Chen: "It's not the same method, so there's no way to compare. You can't ask a master to treat patients with osteosarcoma, and you can't ask Director Gu, a director who has the ability to manage the largest department in a hospital, to come here to set bones. Simply.

To say who is better is an unfair comparison. It can only be said that each has his or her own strengths."

Zhou Mo nodded, "Anyway, I feel that this old doctor is very powerful. He is just like that kind of wandering doctor. He has unique skills that he hides deeply."
Chapter completed!