Passing through the crowded crowd in the emergency room, Jian Anran soon saw the furious Vice President and Song Qi in the corridor with his hands respectfully placed in front of him and his head lowered, like being scolded.
As soon as she got closer, she heard the Prime Minister scolding angrily: "So you said, you just stand there and watch?"
"Won't you come out and stop me?"
"What's that classmate's name? I must give her a punishment..."
"Hello, Dean, how are you doing, Senior Sister Xiangyi?" Jian Anran's appearance promptly prevented the unilateral accumulation of anger among Vice Dean Xiangyi.
As if he had just realized his gaffe, the deputy director cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced in the direction of the consulting room with his hands behind his back.
"Examining it in the clinic."
"What about Teacher Wen?" she asked again.
"I'm paying fees for classmate Xiangyi." This time it was Song Qi who answered.
After Jian Anran said "Oh", they fell into silence.
"Classmate, thank you so much..." After a long while, the Vice President suddenly said.
"Huh?" Somewhat confused, Jian Anran looked at the Vice Chancellor with doubts on her face.
"I've heard all about it. When Xiangyi fell, you were the first to help him. Thank you so much." Vice President Xiang said with a grateful look on his face.
I don’t know if he was suddenly frightened, but the Vice President’s mood fluctuated so much that it felt like he would burst into tears the next second.
Jian Anran waved her hands quickly and said, "No, no, I can't be of much help."
Mixed with the noise in the distance was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
When I looked up, I found that Wen Siheng was already standing beside me, holding a stack of orders of various sizes in his hand.
"The doctor just said that the preliminary diagnosis is that it is a concussion. A more comprehensive examination will be done later to make sure everything is safe."
Seeing the Vice Chancellor, Wen Siheng immediately said, allaying his doubts.
He hesitated to speak, but the deputy director seemed to want to say something more, and found that medical matters did involve his own blind spots in knowledge.
Although he was anxious, he couldn't think of anything else to ask. In the end, he took a deep breath and looked straight at the closed door of the clinic.
Jian Anran looked up at Wen Siheng with some worry, and saw that the other man closed his eyes heavily and nodded slightly, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
A complex emotion that she didn't know was sadness suddenly came to her heart. Jian Anran didn't like Xiangyi very much.
What makes her sad at this moment is that seeing Xiangyi fall like this, she is not sad at all.
I once wondered if I was so selfish and cold-blooded, without even the most basic concern for my classmates.
Jian Anran began to reflect on whether she had been so immersed in the world of merit scholarships recently that she no longer had any sympathy.
People always reflect too much for no reason, especially women.
Once you are idle, your brain can easily start to have ridiculous ideas.
For a moment, Jian Anran felt that she was being too pretentious and sad for the spring and autumn. It seemed that this was obviously not something worth feeling sad about.
She still likes the senior Mi Yingying very much.
Mi Yingying is enthusiastic and generous, and also very helpful.
Every time Xiangyi made fun of her, he always stood up and spoke for her.
The only thing that worries Jian Anran is what if Mi Yingying is punished for this?
Xiangyi fell like this and is still the niece of the vice-dean. Will Mi Yingying drop out of school because of this?
A group of people sat quietly on chairs in the corridor, watching the noisy flow of people in front of them, and thoughts burst out one after another in Jian Anran's mind.
"Are Xiangyi's family members here?" The door of the consulting room opened, and a nurse wearing a mask looked around with a form.
The Vice Chancellor stood up immediately, "Here."
"Who are you?" the nurse asked.
"I am her uncle."
"Are there no other relatives here?" the nurse said, "Immediate family members."
After a pause, the Chancellor quickly glanced at the three pairs of eyes on the seat from the corner of his eye.
"Her parents are abroad..."
The nurse finally handed the pen to the vice president's hand. After signing, Xiangyi was quickly pushed out of the wheelchair.
Her mental state seems to have improved a lot. The initial diagnosis is a mild concussion, and there are no other major problems.
It was only at the insistence of the Vice-President that she was pushed all over her body for a more detailed examination.
"Okay, let me take care of the rest. It's getting late, so why don't you make a trip." The eviction order from the Vice Chancellor has been issued.
"Then when classmate Xiangyi feels better, we will visit again."
They declined without politeness. The three of them did not want to stay for a long time. Wen Siheng took advantage of the situation and said a few polite words, and the group turned and walked towards the hall.
"Are you going back to school?" After taking a few steps, Wen Siheng first glanced at Jian Anran, and finally his eyes fell on Song Qi.
"Yeah." Song Qi nodded.
"Then I'll take a taxi and let's go back together." As he said this, he took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket.
The emergency room of the hospital has always been busy and crowded with people.
During the pushing and shoving, a figure wearing a black baseball uniform suddenly bumped into Wen Siheng. He lost his hand and dropped the phone heavily to the ground.
"I'm sorry." The black peaked cap was lowered so that he could not be seen. The other party apologized hastily, turned around and wanted to walk into the corridor.
The voice was somewhat familiar. Looking at the anxious figure in baseball uniform, Jian Anran was a little suspicious, and whispered to the back: "Su Yiqi?"
The black baseball uniform was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and finally turned around.
Seeing that it was Jian Anran, he glanced at the two men standing next to her, his pupils trembling slightly, looking frightened.
"Store manager, is it really you?" Jian Anran said with some surprise, "I just listened to it and thought this voice sounded so familiar."
Su Yiqi nodded slightly, "An Ran, what a coincidence."
"Introduction," Jian Anran finally reacted. She first gestured to the two people around her, "These are the teachers and seniors of our studio."
She gestured to the man in front of her again, "This is my former part-time coffee shop manager, Su Yiqi."
"Store manager, why did you come to the hospital suddenly? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Jian Anran asked again.
"No." Su Yiqi immediately denied.
I saw his eyes dodge at first, his eyelids drooped slightly, and then he paused and said: "I came... to see a friend."
"That's it." Jian Anran said, seeing that the other party was not very willing to reveal too much, so she stopped asking.
She waved her hand politely, "Then I won't waste your time. Let's go first. Bye."
"Ding-ding-ding-" Just after taking a few steps, I heard a phone ringing.
Glancing at the screen in his hand, Wen Siheng confirmed that it was not his phone, then turned his attention to Jian Anran and Song Qi.
Song Qi's cell phone is silent all year round, and he is very sure that this phone is definitely not his.
Only then did she realize that Jian Anran hurriedly pulled out her mobile phone from the depths of her tote bag.
——It’s Mi Yingying.
"Hey, An Ran, I just turned off my phone and saw your call." The voice on the other side of the phone was very hoarse, as if he had been crying for a long time.
"It's okay..."
Before Jian Anran could finish speaking, the other person interrupted her, "Please convey this to the teacher for me."