Soon, several nurses rushed to the principal, Luo Shaoping, and the dean, and filed a complaint with added jealousy.
Obviously, this blood donation event is very important, and the dean was particularly angry when he heard this.
These days, because life is not easy, fewer and fewer people are willing to donate blood. He has not reached the number of blood donors this year.
It took a lot of effort to win over the principal of Yongzhong, and I had the opportunity to complete this year's target.
Someone actually came to cause trouble?
This is simply an attempt to ruin his situation!
Thinking about this, Dean Zhu looked angrily in the direction pointed by the nurse. Zhang Qingling's exceptionally beautiful appearance made him stunned for a moment.
But he finally reacted, looked at Luo Shaoping somewhat unhappily, and said with suppressed anger.
"Lao Luo, please see if you can handle this matter."
In Dean Zhu's opinion, there is no need to say more about the importance of a student to him as the dean.
Moreover, Luo Shaoping is still in the hospital. How could this guy not please himself? Dean Zhu guessed it right. Luo Shaoping immediately became angry when he heard this.
"Don't worry, Dean Zhu. Today I want to see which student is so heartless. Even if he doesn't donate blood, he will stop everyone from donating!"
"If I know who it is, I will definitely make him unable to eat and walk around!"
Luo Shaoping's unabashed words immediately made a group of people look at Zhang Qingling worriedly.
In this school, the principal, Luo Shaoping, has all the power, and no one dares to offend him.
Looking at this, Luo Shaoping has been angered by Zhang Qingling's incident today, and it is difficult to be kind to him.
One by one, the nurses looked at Zhang Qingling proudly.
The ignorant yellow-haired girl talks back to them?
We will draw your blood later, and we will use the longest-used needle to let you know how powerful we are!
Dean Zhu also nodded slightly and said nothing more.
In this school, Luo Shaoping is the unique overlord, no one dares to offend him!
He has already spoken, and for just one student, it is a sure thing.
On the side, Luo Shaoping finished speaking confidently and looked in the direction pointed by the nurse.
He wants to see who is this blind person who dares to confront him here?
But the moment Luo Shaoping looked at Zhang Qingling's appearance, he was suddenly stunned.
Then Zhang Qingling also raised his head and looked at Luo Shaoping.
But when he saw the unhappy look on Zhang Qingling's face, Luo Shaoping's mind suddenly went blank.
How could it be her?
It’s over, it’s over!
Dean Zhu and others on the side still didn't know what happened, waiting for Luo Shaoping to teach Zhang Qingling a lesson.
Suddenly, Luo Shaoping raised his voice and angrily accused Dean Zhu.
"Zhu, what's the problem with what classmate Zhang said? Disposable syringes are common across the country, why are you still using this kind of glass syringe!"
"Did you know that glass syringes carry the risk of cross-infection? You are seriously irresponsible for the safety of students!"
"Let me tell you, if you can't use a disposable syringe to draw blood today, you won't be able to draw the blood of any of your students!
Being scolded by Luo Shaoping in front of so many people, Dean Zhu's face became a little uneasy, "Lao Luo, do you have..."
Unexpectedly, before Dean Zhu could finish speaking, Luo Shaoping interrupted him directly.
"Lao Luo, Lao Luo, do I know you very well?
How about clarifying your own identity!"
"I'm telling you, hurry up and change the disposable syringe, or else get out of Yongzhong's school!"
Luo Shaoping's undisguised voice immediately spread throughout the playground.
All the nurses were confused. If Luo Shaoping was so selfless, how could he let them enter the school to draw blood?
Could such words be said by someone like him?
However, a group of students didn't understand so much, and they all began to applaud with all their strength.
Is this their grandfather, the principal? As expected, he really loves the people like a son, he is willing to offend others and always considers them.
Even He Bing was so moved that he clapped his hands, but if he applied too much force, the needle tip that had just stopped bleeding collapsed again, and he grimaced in pain.
On the side, Yang Jianguang's eyes flickered, and he took a deep look at Zhang Qingling in the distance.
After seeing Zhang Qingling, Luo Shaoping's attitude changed 180 degrees.
If Luo Shaoping really wanted to love the people as his own children, it would be impossible for people from the hospital to come to the high school to organize blood donation activities, let alone corruption.
Could it be that Zhang Qingling’s identity is unusual?
Dean Zhu was even more dumbfounded, but just when he was struggling to explain, Luo Shaoping suddenly lowered his voice.
"You are stupid. This is that person's daughter. Do you know that you hit the muzzle of a gun?"
"That one?"
Dean Zhu was stunned for a moment, then turned to take a serious look at Zhang Qingling.
After reading it several times, Dean Zhu felt a chill on the back of his head and almost lost his balance.
It’s over, it’s over!
It was her, she was so unlucky, why didn't she recognize it at first?
In desperation, he stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound echoed in the playground and shocked everyone present.
Luo Shaoping suddenly opened his mouth wide and sighed secretly in his heart.
You are cruel enough!
Then, Dean Zhu's tearful voice also sounded.
"Principal Luo, you are absolutely right. This is for students. How could I be so fussy about it?"
"It's my fault. I'm not a human being. I'm sorry, classmates. I'll ask someone to send you a disposable syringe now."
"Also, all students who used glass syringes to donate blood today can go to our Xinyong Hospital for free physical examination and treatment on weekends!"
Several nurses who were waiting for Luo Shaoping and Dean Zhu to deal with Zhang Qingling were confused. What was going on?
Didn't you, the old man, specifically tell you to use a glass syringe before going out? Why did this happen again now?
"Dean, this..." The little nurse opened her mouth, and just as she was about to speak, Dean Zhu glared back.
"What the heck, hurry up and get me a disposable syringe! And doesn't every student who donates blood have to subsidize a carton of milk? Where's the milk?
Go get it quickly!"
Dean Zhu's hoarse voice startled several nurses, but they soon realized that Dean Zhu was not joking and trotted out immediately.
In fact, several nurses also know that when donating blood, disposable syringes are used as standard, and a small box of milk is also distributed.
However, in order to save costs, Dean Zhu asked them not to use it if they didn't need it, and not to send it if they couldn't. I just don't know what's going on today.
Conscience discovery.
Stop talking nonsense, does this guy still have a conscience?
Regardless of whether Dean Zhu has a conscience or not, when the nurses came back one by one, their attitudes became surprisingly good.
Even the cotton cloth before has become a disposable cotton swab dipped in iodine.
The students waiting in line began to donate blood one after another, but after Zhang Qingling just intervened, there were far fewer people donating blood.
He Bing, who was not far away, slapped his thigh and said angrily, "What a loss, what a loss. If I had known, I would have donated it later and I didn't get the milk."
Yang Jianguang rolled his eyes, stuffed the milk he got from donating blood into He Bing's hand, and then patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Okay, let's go. You should go to the hospital for a physical examination on the weekend."
In fact, even if Dean Zhu didn't mention this, he planned to take He Bing for a checkup over the weekend.
If nothing happens, everyone is happy, and if you are really cross-infected with some infectious disease, early treatment can save you.
But when leaving, Yang Jianguang looked at Luo Shaoping and Dean Zhu who were still fawning over Zhang Qingling, his eyes flickering slightly.
It seems that Zhang Qingling's relationship with this woman is definitely extraordinary.
However, I don’t know whether it was because my body’s resistance has weakened after donating blood, or because it turned cold too quickly. In less than a day, Class 6 was already coughing one after another.
He Bing, who had not had time to change into his autumn clothes, was so cold that he shivered and was in a daze all day long.
Thinking of the scene where He Bing asked someone to call him back when he was drawing blood not long ago, Yang Jianguang shook his head helplessly and put his cotton coat on this guy's body.
He complained.
"You boy, your physique is quite poor!"
"You see, even if I'm wearing only one piece of clothing, I'm not frozen like this, right?"
"I'm telling you, the higher the carbon dioxide concentration, the higher the temperature.
With so many students in our classroom breathing together and producing carbon dioxide, how can we be cold?"
Yang Jianguang's behavior is heartwarming, but the results are a bit sad.