Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Doctor Gong of the school infirmary is only in his twenties, and has only been here for a few years.

Single eyelid, tall and thin, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a cold face, as if everyone owes him a few hundred dollars, and is quickly making a simple diagnosis for the students in line .

"You rub some medicine, I'll give you some more, and rub it at home for a few days on National Day."

"It's just scratching the skin, and you want to get a sick note? You dream faster."

The male students who came to see the doctor did not dare to come out, they nodded obediently, and after a while, they all went out one by one.

Gong school doctor raised his head, looked at the two boys at the door, raised his eyebrows: "So serious?"

A boy with very white complexion, carrying a boy taller than him, was standing at the door.

Doctor Gong gave an "oh", "That's so precious? Are you still carrying it?"

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Gong Xueyi hugged her arms, her thin single eyelid drooping: "You are so powerful, are you going to study medicine in the future?"

Ruan Qingmu patiently closed her mouth: "…"

Damn, how can this young man not be a doctor at all!

Doctor Gong saw that he had closed his mouth, so he patted the simple consultation table with satisfaction: "Sit."

Qin Yuan sat up, Dr. Gong checked it carefully, asked about the details, and then touched his ankle to probe a few times: "It shouldn't be a big deal, it's just a swelling."

He turned around and took out the regular ice pack from the small freezer, and put it on Qin Yuan's ankle: "I need to put it on cold compress now, just bear with it."

The ice pack was biting cold, Qin Yuan frowned suddenly, Ruan Qingmu hurried over: "How is it, does it hurt?"

Qin Yuan gritted his teeth: "It's okay."

Ruan Qingmu was not happy: "Hey, doctor, can this be done with ice cubes right away? Shouldn't I put some medicated oil or medicine to disperse stasis and activate blood?"

In my last life, I was surrounded by advanced things like refrigerators, and I couldn't find ice at any time. Similar bruises were treated with medicated oils and herbs, and they were very bright. Why is a bag of ice gone now?

Doctor Gong stood up, with a pair of brown eyes sarcastic: "Oh, young man, does your family have an ancestral family?"

Ruan Qingmu glared at him: ...I will bear it.

Gong school doctor sneered, reached out and nodded at him: "Listen, this is my one-third of an acre, and I will give you popular science popularization for ADHD children for free.

"First, for sports sprains or something, immediately apply cold compresses, not hot compresses, unless you want to harm him, understand? Second, don't immediately apply safflower oil, Yunnan Baiyao, it's too early Activating blood will speed up the expansion of congestion and aggravate edema, don't listen to BBs."

Ruan Qingmu pursed her lips, resisting the urge to beat someone.

"Third, stop all activities, rest and rest." Gong Xueyi looked at Ruan Qingmu, "This, you are doing it right, it is best to carry it on your back."

He turned around and sat down, wrote a few lines of medical records like ghosts and talismans, and took a bottle of medicated oil from the cabinet: "After the cold compress, the swelling will not be visible. After 24 hours, apply the hot compress again, At the same time, use this rubbing to help disperse the silt, understand?"

Ruan Qingmu frowned and reached out to take it: "Doctor, can you give him a fake note? The kind that doesn't take gym class."

There was a male voice on the phone, not knowing what to say, Gong Xiaoyi sneered: "Okay, let's meet, I'll see what you can say."

Angrily throwing down the phone, he stood up and began to take off his white coat.

After the cold compress, go."

He pointed at Ruan Qingmu: "You, later see that the ice pack is hot, change it from the small refrigerator and apply it again to him. By the way, the feeling is good, then carry it back to me. !"

Ruan Qingmu's face flushed: "…"

Doctor Gong walked to the sink and washed his hands slowly for several minutes: "When you're done, close my door and lock it."

Ruan Qingmu watched him go out angrily, and then sat down by the diagnosis and treatment table: "What kind of quack doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yuan, who was lying facing the door, blinked a few times.

Ruan Qingmu leaned over in surprise: "What's wrong with your eyes, sand got in? You didn't say anything when that quack doctor was there?"

Qin Yuan coughed suddenly, Ruan Qingmu suddenly woke up, and turned around: "..."

Half of the body with silver sequins sticks out from the door, Gong Xueyi's expression is cold and cold like a bloodthirsty forensic doctor: "Boy, don't fall into my hands in the future."

He looked at Qin Yuan on the bed coldly again: "Listen, you two, I have all the medicines in my room, one milliliter is missing, I will chase you to the ends of the earth."

The infirmary was quiet, the two of them looked at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief after listening to the silence outside for a long time.

"Who are you...neuropathy." Ruan Qingmu muttered.

Qin Yuan lay down slowly, his body relaxed a little while standing and sitting upright, looking up at the snow-white ceiling, and suddenly said, "He's very good."

"Oh, how's it going?" Ruan Qingmu was surprised, "You come here often hurt?"

Qin Yuan was silent for a while: "Remember when we enrolled, we took a simple psychological test?"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned: "Ah, remember."

It turns out that the owner of this body has a psychological problem, and the head teacher also called Mu Wanli specially, and he still has this in his memory.

Qin Yuan said in a low voice, "I tested normal, but he came to me."

He knows his test scores must be normal.

He easily saw obvious tendencies in some options, and which ones to choose will definitely lead to problems in the measurement.

He didn't answer according to the real situation, and he thought no one could see it. But this cold and impatient-looking Gong Xueyi came to him once and talked with him for a long time.

Ruan Qingmu looked at him: "What are you looking for?"

Qin Yuan smiled lightly, and the smile was fleeting: "He said that I not only have some psychological problems. I am also good at covering it up."

"Although your final score is normal, some options show a completely abnormal correlation." This is what Gong Xiaoyi said at the time, "If you don't want to talk to me, you must let your parents I know, you are so smart, or you can read psychology books yourself."

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Then he has some ability."

"Why don't you ask me?"

"What is there to ask?" Ruan Qingmu squinted at him, her eyes dark, "You look so sullen every day, is it strange that you have a mental problem?"

Qin Yuan glanced at him: "each other."

All kinds of medical equipment flashed icy light.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly stood up, reached out and touched the thin ice pack on Qin Yuan's ankle.

The temperature rose, and the thin ice inside also melted a little.

He stood up, found a replacement from the small refrigerator, sat down beside the bed again, and put it on Qin Yuan's feet.

The boy's ankle is well-shaped, wearing thin sports socks, showing a slightly swollen side, and faint blue blood vessels protruding under the skin.

When the cold ice pack was covered, Ruan Qingmu's fingers also touched the skin of his ankle.

Qin Yuan suddenly shrank his foot and pursed his thin lips.

Ruan Qingmu hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qin Yuan blurted out: "hot..."

After being put on something cold for so long, that piece was bitingly cold, and the moment the warm fingers touched, I don’t know if the contrast was too sharp, or what, he just felt as if he was being As if it was hot, it has been hot into the bottom of my heart.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

Hot, or painful? How can it be hot?

Qin Yuan's cheeks slowly turned red, and there was a strange silence in the air.

At this moment, a sweet girl's voice suddenly came from the broadcast outside: "Thank you to all the athletes for their hard work, and also to the referees and teachers for their hard work. Now the school sports meeting will be held. The last broadcast, after intense calculations and repeated reviews, the class rankings of each grade have been released, congratulations to Class 3 of Senior 1 for winning the first grade in total!

The two people in the room raised their heads at the same time and glanced at each other.

"Your class should have won." Qin Yuan looked at him.

Ruan Qingmu was silent for a while: "Well, it should be."

Suddenly, the mobile phone beside him rang, and when he picked it up, the speaker on the other side was obviously open, and the voices of a group of people were excited like a thousand chickens: "Brother Ruan, first-hand news , the physical education teacher Lao Wu said that our class seems to be the first!"

The voice of Fu Songhua next to him roared in the speakerphone: "Nonsense, absolutely impossible, even if Ruan Qingmu and Fang Li are the first, they are still ten points away from our class!"

Tang Tiantian's weak voice beside him: "Our class 37 people signed up, although the preliminary rounds were almost eliminated, but the basic score is high."

"Fuck! 37 people? 10 points more than us?" Fu Songhua shouted, "That's not right, it's 2 points away from our class?"

Ruan Qingmu smiled at the speakerphone.

"Silly big man." He reminded someone who was furious over there, "The five publicity drafts of our class have been broadcast."

Niu Xiaoqing laughed loudly: "Five points! It's not bragging, our Sports Committee has written fifteen manuscripts in advance, so I will ask you if you are convinced?"

Speaking of which, she was ashamed. She hummed and held back seven or eight manuscripts, which seemed to be exhausted, but as soon as she showed it to Ruan Qingmu, she was mercilessly executed. Now, after one night, their sports committee produced more than a dozen new manuscripts, which was really admirable.

On the other side of the phone, after a few seconds of silence, I heard Fu Songhua's exasperated cry: "I am hastily! Ruan Qingmu, how many insidious tricks have you arranged!"

So many classes in the whole school are sending out promotional manuscripts, and the broadcasting station will consider the quality and balance of the manuscripts. Usually two or three articles in a class are almost the same. 5 articles?

There are 3 points more than their class, so the final total score is just over one point? ?

He was depressed and resentful, shouting at Bai Jing's mobile phone: "You are too insidious! There must be some PY deal with the people at the radio station... Oh, Fang Li, don't step on me !"

Fang Li's voice was small and embarrassed: "Don't scold people in our class."

Bai Jing and the others roared vigorously: "Damn what class is this, he has been hanging around with us, drag it out and kill him, while he is alone!"

...In the boys' bedroom, Li Zhiyong's cell phone also rang.

"Brother Yong, where are you and Brother Liu? If you haven't eaten, let's get together later." Wang Li said cautiously on the phone, "The class said, let's go to the group. Let's go together, everyone is very happy."

Li Zhiyong hesitated for a moment, looked at Liu Jun's suddenly cold face, and hurriedly shouted: "Bah, eat a fart with those people! Wang Li, just lick you!"

Wang Li was also annoyed: "Is love going! Tang Tiantian told me to call you, do you think I want to call you?"

He hung up the phone angrily and whispered to the people around him: "Two idiots, they thought they were really the center of the world."

In the bedroom, Li Zhiyong was stunned: "Wang Li, he dares to drop my phone!"

Liu Jun ignored him, and with a hard effort in his hand, the lock of the cabinet, which he had been playing with for a long time, was suddenly pried open.

He opened the cabinet door, couldn't wait to turn it over, frowned in disappointment, that is, ordinary clothes. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the corner of the cabinet, and he reached out and took out a nylon bag from inside.

Opening the zipper, he poured the contents out, and his eyes suddenly widened: "What the **** is this?"

Li Zhiyong looked down from the bed: "What?"

Looking at what was poured out on the table below, he rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Fuck!"

He hurriedly crawled out of bed, stretched out his hand and tugged at the pile of weird things, and picked up one dumbly: "This, this is what the girl lost last time? Are we helping? Has the school solved the case?"

Liu Jun took the pair of white lace stockings in his hand with interest, his eyes curious and wretched: "Tsk tsk, of course, the school has to praise us."

He grinned, picked up his phone, and took pictures of the things on the table one by one.

The door was pushed open, and two boys from the next bedroom rushed in.

"Come on, the king still eats chicken... Hey, what are these?"

Liu Jun gave them a quick wink: "Close the door, close the door."

Li Zhiyong excitedly picked up a lipstick, unscrewed it, and smeared it on his hand: "Tsk tsk, what we just discovered, isn't it amazing?"

The two boys in the adjacent class were shocked, and they leaned over and looked at it with a rare look: "Damn! It's so hot, your dorm?"

"Yeah, guess who? Hehe..."

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Qin Yuan looked up at Ruan Qingmu while listening to the liveliness of the speakerphone.

"The propaganda draft, have you considered it?" He asked softly, "Then we didn't lose unjustly."

Ruan Qingmu smiled slightly: "How can it be so accurate? Do your best and obey the destiny."

On the phone, Bai Jing finally returned to the topic: "Brother Ruan, we discussed it, everyone went to the 'come a few strings' at the door in the evening, and at six o'clock, the table was reserved "Will you come over later?"

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "I have no money to invite you."

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"Yes, AA is open to eat, and all the winners will be poured down at night!".

Ruan Qingmu smiled and scolded: "Fuck, do you have a conscience, you bastards."

Putting down the phone, he looked at Qin Yuan: "Is your class not having a party?"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "We usually get together once before the winter vacation."

"Oh." Ruan Qingmu stared at his feet, and was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Why don't you come with me to make a string. You can also take Fu Songhua with you."

Qin Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at him: "…"

"Hey, forget it, it's fine if you don't go, I'll just say it casually. That's right, it's too strange for you to go." Ruan Qingmu was a little embarrassed, she stood up abruptly, and reached out to grab it The ice pack on his ankle, "Watching us celebrate, it's like rubbing salt into your wounds..."

"I'll go." Qin Yuan suddenly said.

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