Full-time Doctor

The call for help in the battle group became more and more violent, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and it was obvious that someone was seriously injured.

Wu Cheng-hye couldn't control the neurotic sense of responsibility deep in his instinct. He knew that he was likely to be stepped on a whiteboard in the past, or he squeezed in hard, blocking those who fight Taiping. Raise the teenager who was stepped on the ground: "Classmate, how about you classmate?"

The teenager is probably a junior schoolboy, who looks weaker than him. His body is full of shoe prints, his forehead is broken, and half of his face is bleeding. He took his hand and cried with his nose and tears: "Senior! My ribs seem to be broken and it hurts to death. Senior, save me..." After a sigh of relief, I suddenly yelled, "Ma Luo Fan got out of the campus network!"

Wu Chenghe was taken aback by his turning slogan, and there was a thud in his ears, feeling that his ear drums were almost shattered by him, and he shook his forehead, wishing to kick him again: young man, you are so devoted to idol fans. Do your parents know?

But the stupid fan is also a human. Wu Chenghe couldn’t save him because of his stupidity. He gently pressed his injured chest and asked him to breathe in and exhale gently, frowning, “Your ribs may be cracked, this position is very dangerous. If it breaks under the shock again, it is likely to injure the lungs."

Seeing that he was sure, the weak boy couldn't help panicking, and didn't call for Marlow to get out of the campus network. He took his hand and said in horror: "What should I do? Senior, save me, I can't die, my dad. I was born after seven artificial inseminations, and I have not found a girlfriend for three generations in my family..."

Wu Chenghe's black line, why did you go so expensive? Interrupting him: "Don't talk, save your energy, I will take you out to find the school doctor."

The weak boy chick nodded like a peck, holding his arm and squeezing out of the crowd with him. Wu Chenghe himself was thin and small. It was even more difficult to carry a burden. In order to protect him, he tried to protect him in his arms and suffered several Taiping fists along the way.

After finally walking halfway, a group of people rushed in front of him. Wu Chenghe secretly screamed. He was about to turn to the front row to avoid them. He felt a powerful hand grabbing his upper arm, no matter what it was. Eleven dragged hard, dragging him from the front row to the back two rows.

I don’t know if it’s the manpower or his skin is too tender. Wu Chenghe felt a sharp pain in his upper arm. The bones seemed to be broken by him. The pain was almost screaming. He finally sighed, his forehead was full. Cold sweat.

In the chaos, I couldn’t see who was holding him. Wu Chenghe recovered for a long time and found that the weak chicken he was holding in his arms had disappeared. He hurriedly reached out to the front row to reach him: "Classmate, hold me, I Pulling you..." Before the words fell, someone's arm was caught again, and the person dragged him hard, and he actually dragged him back by two rows.

The same arm was pulled twice, and Wu Chenghe was so painful to be caught by him, feeling that he was going to be a one-armed hero, and couldn't help but yell. The man seemed to be taken aback, and immediately let go, and said, "Are you okay?"

Wu Chenghe's tears were about to come out, his teary eyes looked dimly back, and he was surprised to find that it was his cheap brother Ma Luo who was pulling him. He said: "Why are you?"

Marlowe frowned coldly, completely disdainful to answer his unconstructive question. Without saying anything, he hugged him over his shoulders, stepped on the back of the chair with long legs and jumped all the way, over countless moving heads, in a matter of minutes. Jumped to the entrance of the auditorium.

Wu Chenghe hung his head upside down on his shoulders. When he turned upside down, he was dizzy and almost fell when he was placed on the ground. Marlowe held his shoulders with **** in disgust, and mocked: "Are you still a boy? Please don't be so delicate? No wonder the old man repeatedly asked me to take care of you, it is really useless!"

Wu Chenghe also felt that there was something wrong with this meeting. Although he is usually weak, he has excellent coordination and agile actions. He doesn't know what happened today, and always wants to fall to the ground.

"Thank you." Wu Chenghe Wuxin quarreled with a sixteen-year-old boy, thanked him, and said, "Where did I pull the boy just now? You can get him out quickly. He is injured, in case he gets caught again. If you step on it, your life is in danger."

"Take care of yourself first." Ma Luo said coldly, opened the door of the auditorium, and found that Wu Chenghe's face was flushed, his eyes were distraught, and his breathing was struggling. He said suspiciously, "Why is your complexion so bad? Fever. Go away, I'll take you to the school hospital, **** it, how could an old man give birth to a weak chicken like you?"

"Wait..." Wu Chenghe was dragged out of the auditorium by half-dragging and half-hugging Wu Chenghe before he could protest.

The light outside was very strong, and Wu Chenghe felt a sharp pain in his eyes as soon as he went out. He hurriedly lowered his head and covered his eyelids with his hands, and said, "It doesn't matter, you go in and help me get him out. With so many people, he will be trampled to death."

"You look much worse than him, so let's take care of yourself first!" Marlowe was going to be annoyed by him, and he was dragging him to the school doctor.

Mother Wu Chenghe’s halo was fully on, and she couldn’t take care of herself at all. When she thought of that little weak chicken, she was anxious, and she felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching: "Please, they all started fighting because of you, and the child was injured. Responsibility? Can't you help?"

"It's not that I let them fight. It was King's fans who fought first, okay? Besides, didn't that guy let me get out of the campus network? He is a King's fan. If he is responsible, he should be responsible for his King God. Shut me off. What's the matter?" Ma Luo gave him a glance, "Brain Disabled Myrrh Doctor, let them go and fix it."

It’s too hard to reason with the kids, so I might as well do what I should do. Wu Chenghe had nothing to say to the cheap brother. He loosened his school uniform and tie, opened the button and took a sigh of relief, and said, "Forget it, you don't go and I will go by myself." Just about to leave, a flower in front of him was blocked by a fierce figure. Way to go.

It was a black-and-white male carnivore cat, slender and sturdy, with icy blue eyes staring at him, as if he was going to bite his throat if he took a step forward.

After a hundredth of a second, Wu Chenghe immediately realized that it was Marlowe’s Quantum Beast—it was very similar to Lilith’s carnivore, except that it was a little bigger and the pattern was clearer. When he looked at people, his eyes were fierce. NS.

I can't see it! Wu Chenghe hypnotized himself subconsciously, and he passed the caracal cat without stopping, and was about to rush into the auditorium.

"Are you sick?!" Ma Luo was almost furious, and grabbed Wu Chenghe's wrist. His squalid cat also rushed over and stopped before Wu Chenghe again, making a slight bluff in the high-latitude space.

Wu Chenghe now has a good deal of dealing with quantum beasts. Between the sparks and the fire, his eyes are fixed on the icy blue eyes of the caracal cat, and he is silently hypnotized: I can't see you, let's play!

The cat shrank his pupils, accepted his suggestion, turned his head and found another supernatural viper, so he happily ran to step on the snake to play.

Ma Luo looked at his happy Quantum Beast, his expression stiffened for a moment, but when Wu Chenghe tried to return to the auditorium, he stopped him for the first time and said: "Xia Li, you are not right, I advise you Go to the doctor right away, your face is red and you have a fever. I took your hand just now. Your body temperature is at least two degrees higher than mine. This is very dangerous! In short, don’t give me problems on the first day of school. , I hate the old man's nagging!"

Blushing, fever, tinnitus, eye pain, skin sensitivity... Wu Chenghe's expression suddenly froze, and a lightning flashed in his brain—the situation was wrong, he seemed to be menarche!

No wonder he felt his ears buzzing when he was in the auditorium, all kinds of strange smells penetrated into his nose, and he was dizzy...it must be because there are too many supernatural powers around, which affected his aura!

Wu Chenghe shook his body, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable. I have to go home first. Please ask the teacher for a leave. I probably won't be able to go to class tomorrow."

"Hey..." Marlowe didn't expect him to suddenly turn around. After a while, he said, "Aren't you going to the school hospital?"

Wu Chenghe was so frightened by his uncle that his liver was cracked. Wherever he dared to stay outside, he couldn’t wait to plug in his wings and fly into Hannibal’s refrigerator, and hurried to the parking lot: “No, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a bit of a cold, sleep. Just a nap."

Marlow subconsciously felt that something was wrong with him. At the same time, he felt that Wu Chenghe was emitting a strange smell. He couldn't tell the specific smell, but it seemed to smell very good, sweet and fragrant, which made people want to smell it. To more.

"Wait." Marlowe's pupils dilated a little, and he took a step and grabbed his arm, the expression on his face became a little confused, "What does this taste... so sweet..."

Not only did Wu Chenghe's liver burst, it was almost bursting—Ma Luo and him were actually compatible!

I bought a watch last year! We are brothers, born by a father, do you want to be so cheating about compatibility or something?

My God, you have such an unscrupulous setting!

"Listen!" Wu Chenghe had no choice but to take the risk. He turned his head, grabbed Marlowe's shoulders with both hands, tried to concentrate all his consciousness, his dark eyes fixed on Marlowe's eyes, and said every word: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I have no taste, you What I smell is the lilac tree in the garden. The opening ceremony is over, I am going home now, and I am ordinary!"

Marlowe's pupils shrank suddenly and spread out quickly, showing a confused and relaxed look on his face. Wu Chenghe didn't know if his spiritual suggestion had completely worked, but he didn't have time. He could even feel that something was spreading in his mind like a tide.

His pupils are shrinking, his cochlea is trembling, his nasal cavity is giving off unbearable dull pain due to air friction, and every pore on his body is wafting a strange smell!

There are many people with supernatural powers in the school. If he doesn't leave immediately, he will be discovered by more people, and it will be too late at that time-his spiritual hint is not yet available for group sending!

Letting go of Marlow, Wu Chenghe ran to the parking lot quickly, jumped into the flying saucer, and bounced out like a rocket without even preheating.

His heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and his hands were shaking too much to hold the controller. Wu Chenghe sat in the driver's seat, scolding the 18th generation of the president's ancestor in his heart.

Damn King God! God **** King fan! How could I be so miserable if it weren't for them to fight for a fan battle? !

Anyone who killed Matt would die, die! !

Although he had never met, at this moment, the sad doctor Wu had already hated King, the male **** who killed Matt!

It's really one pink and ten black...