"Where is she?" passing through the crowded crowd, the Vice Chancellor asked anxiously.
From a distance, he saw Vice President Xiang walking towards him in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase in his hand. Song Qi, who was sitting on a chair in the corridor, immediately stood up facing the direction of the visitor.
"I just entered the clinic for treatment." Song Qi replied.
"How could something like this happen? You dare to do something in school, it's so arrogant!" Along with the voice, the beard on the corner of the Vice Chancellor's lips twitched.
"Where is the other person?" he asked angrily.
Shaking his head, Song Qi did not answer.
Putting his briefcase on the chair beside the wall, the deputy director put his hands on his hips and paced back and forth at the door of the consulting room.
Finally stopping at the door, he stared at the closed door and sighed deeply.
"Classmate." After thinking for a long time, the Vice President raised his arm and waved to Song Qi.
"Come here, I want to understand the situation with you..."
……
When she was in the office in the afternoon, she couldn't bear Xiangyi's sarcasm and tea talk. She couldn't control her emotions for a moment, and Mi Yingying wanted to hit her.
Before the slap landed on her face, Xiangyi stepped on an apple on the ground and fell hard.
When he heard the noise outside, Wen Siheng immediately rushed out of the small office.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a frightened Mi Yingying and Xiangyi lying on the ground.
Xiangyi lost his previous calm expression, and his expression was very ferocious.
She held her head tightly with both hands and lay on the ground, whimpering softly.
I wanted to hit her twice to relieve my hatred, but Mi Yingying never expected that such an accident would happen.
She was immediately frightened and could not speak. Her expression was dull and she subconsciously took two steps back.
On her hanging hand, Mi Yingying's fingers trembled slightly.
Did she hit someone?
Mi Yingying simply couldn't imagine the consequences of causing trouble in school. If Xiangyi fell somewhere, would her life be over?
She even felt the corners of her eyes getting cold for a moment, so Mi Yingying wiped them with the back of her hand.
She didn't know when she shed tears, but she looked helplessly at Song Qi.
Song Qi was also stunned. He first glanced at Xiangyi on the ground, then looked up at Mi Yingying, and looked at each other.
"Ugh—" Xiangyi, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly vomited, her face as pale as paper.
"What are you doing standing still?" Jian Anran shouted, recalling the little first aid knowledge in her head, and she was not sure whether she could just drag Xiangyi around.
He just hurried forward and put his arms on Xiang Yi's neck.
Looking back at Song Qi, Jian Anran said, "Senior, could you please call 120?"
Song Qicai on the side suddenly realized and hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
He hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and he even got stuck when reporting his address on the phone, blurting out the house number of his dormitory.
Then he rushed forward, and Wen Siheng squatted at Xiangyi's feet.
Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were dull, and she was only clinging to the place where she had just fallen.
"An Ran, look at her head for any trauma?" Wen Siheng said.
In the past, Wen Siheng only called her "Classmate Jian" or "Classmate Jian Anran" outside. Only then did Jian Anran suddenly realize that the other party had never even called her by her name seriously.
At home too, they seem to always say what they want to say directly and never care about names.
In desperation, Jian Anran didn't have the heart to think too much. In the blink of an eye, she tried to clear away the messy thoughts in her mind, and then forcefully opened Xiang Yi's head.
Shaking her head at Wen Siheng, Jian Anran looked over it carefully and found that there were no visible injuries.
The ambulance arrived soon, and two medical staff brought the stretcher to the seventh floor. After fixing Xiangyi on the stretcher, a group of people pushed the stretcher toward the elevator.
There was a lot of movement, and soon there were many people watching melon-eating in the corridor/
When everyone found out that Xiangyi was lying on the stretcher, they were very surprised and stepped forward to ask what was going on.
Even before the ambulance arrived, Wen Siheng had been giving numerous instructions in the office.
Before the matter was dealt with, he was not allowed to disclose today's situation to anyone else. Song Qi just shook his head meaningfully.
After pushing the stretcher into the ambulance, Wen Siheng and Song Qi sat in. Just when Jian Anran was about to get in the ambulance, they were stopped by the nurse next to them.
"Classmate, the ambulance can only have one escort. Please go to the hospital by yourself later."
"Ah?" Jian Anran pointed to the two people who had already sat inside with some confusion.
The nurse looked back and explained: "There is one less stretcher bearer today, and there is just one more position."
After expressing her understanding, Jian Anran immediately took a few steps away and watched the ambulance go away. She silently went upstairs and returned to the office.
The building was empty, but the lights in the office were still on. There had just been a quarrel and documents were scattered all over the floor.
There is also a puddle of vomit on the ground.
With just a brief glance, Jian Anran could tell immediately——
Apart from the apple just now, Xiangyi had eaten almost nothing in her stomach today.
I remember when I was in elementary school. In the lower grades, I would often feel uncomfortable and vomit in class.
At that time, the teacher would ask people to put a bucket of sand in the sand pit in the back playground, cover it with sand, and then use the bucket to clear away the vomit.
Jian Anran never knew if this was a common way of dealing with it or if it was the original creation of their class teacher. Now that I think about it, it feels a bit like cat litter.
It was definitely not practical to get sand now. She was hesitating how to clean it up, looked around, and finally brought a whole pack of tissue paper.
She didn’t know which card she had drawn, but after finally completely covering the pool of vomit, Jane found the dustpan and broom in the tool room under the stairs.
After cleaning up the mess in the office, she rinsed the mop bucket in the mop pool before returning the tools to their original places.
She had been feeling something was wrong just now. When she returned to the office, as soon as she sat down, Jian Anran suddenly discovered——
Mi Yingying is missing.
Recalling it carefully, it seems that Mi Yingying suddenly disappeared from the moment the stretcher came in.
Holding back her uneasiness, Jian Anran took out her mobile phone and called Mi Yingying.
[Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off...]
"Hey -" Jian Anran shook her head, looked at Mi Yingying's empty table and sighed.
In fact, to a certain extent, she can still understand Mi Yingying.
I don’t know if she thinks she stepped on the line to get into graduate school, but Mi Yingying has been a “hard-working mother” since the beginning of school.
Unlike Xiangyi, who studied for graduate school during her undergraduate years, I have never seen that kind of leisurely relaxation in Mi Yingying.
She often works overtime in the office, and she often offers to help Xiangyi deal with the aftermath.
As a result, the time for Xiangyi to hand in the drawings got later and later, and sometimes he even delayed it on purpose. When Mi Yingying couldn't stand it anymore, she would take the initiative to take over.
Relying on his "connected household", Xiangyi was in trouble in the office for a long time, and Mi Yingying's outburst today was not entirely without reason.
【Jane: Do you need me to go to the hospital for help?】
Opening WeChat, Jian Anran asked. In the chat window, there was no reply for a long time.
Without much hesitation, she immediately went downstairs and ordered a ride-hailing car on her phone.