She Came To My Concert

On the way to school.

Ling Siyuan never figured out what the "performance" Ling Chen was talking about.

He was thinking hard along the way, frowning, not looking at the road much, until he bumped into a person.

"Sorry!"

He subconsciously apologized first, raised his head, and blinked, "Ah... I wish the teacher a good morning."

"Good morning, what are you thinking, so preoccupied."

Zhu Wenshu bent over and asked.

"No, nothing."

Ling Siyuan shook his head.

"Well, you will have to look at the road when you walk in the future."

Zhu Wenshu looked at the baby fat on his cheek, couldn't help pinching it, "Go to the classroom."

"Good teacher."

After Ling Siyuan walked away, Zhu Wenshu looked away and exhaled lightly.

A few days ago, she was still thinking about how to face Ling Siyuan when she had to contact Ling Chen if Ling Siyuan was naughty again.

Although it wasn't a big deal, as Ling Siyuan's teacher, she felt it was quite embarrassing.

Fortunately, ever since Ling Siyuan put on the red scarf, it was as if she had been sealed, and she was very obedient.

But I just don't know how long this seal will last.

The second class this afternoon is physical education class. In the past, Zhu Wenshu had the worst day of the week.

Playing wildly for forty-five minutes, I don't know how many children will have to bump into each other. If she meets a little delicate one, she will have to coax her for a long time.

But luck was good today, nothing happened, and everyone went back to the classroom after class and got ready for math class.

She took a look and saw nothing major.

Zhu Wenshu returned to the office with peace of mind, and made a hache.

She didn't have time to rest at noon, and now she was so sleepy that she was debating whether to squat for a while, or start preparing for next week's teaching competition.

Twenty minutes later, a little girl suddenly came to the office.

"Congratulations, teacher! Congratulations, teacher!"

Before seeing anyone, just listening to the anxious voice, Zhu Wenshu's sun xué had already started to jump suddenly.

She pressed the center of her eyebrows, turned around and said, "What's wrong? Aren't you in class right now?"

"It makes Siyuan's stomach hurt!"

The little girl said, "Teacher Tang asked you to go over."

Generally, Zhu Wenshu would think about it when he heard something like "stomach ache".

Is it a real tummy ache, or a little kid with a headache in class.

But this time she will definitely not be spared.

She put down the pen she had just picked up, straightened her clothes, and walked to the classroom with the little girl.

Pushing open the door and looking over, her heart tightened.

Teacher Tang is a very fat middle-aged man. He is bent over in front of Ling Siyuan's seat, surrounded by a few students, and the whole classroom is noisy.

Zhu Wenshu couldn't see the specific situation clearly, but he knew that the situation should not be optimistic.

She trotted over quickly, and Teacher Tang gave her a seat when she saw this.

"I don't know what's going on, but my stomach hurts suddenly, take him to the infirmary quickly."

At this time, Ling Siyuan was lying on the desk with his stomach covered, his whole body was in a cold sweat with a look of anger.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Wenshu's breathing became tighter, and while touching his forehead, he said, "Okay, I'll take him there, Mr. Tang, please continue with the class first."

The children around said: "Teacher, let us help you."

"No, you should go to class first."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Wenshu leaned over, passed his hands under Ling Siyuan's armpits, and lifted vigorously——

Can't hold it.

She tightened up a little more, and hugged up with all her strength——

...The children nowadays are raised too realistically!

She turned her head and commanded the two boys next to her.

"Come on, the teacher will give you two a chance to show solidarity and friendship, and help him to the infirmary."

"This has to go to the hospital."

The school doctor said, "Acute gastroenteritis, most likely need some anti-inflammatory antibiotics, which can't be treated here."

"Is it so serious..."

Zhu Wenshu looked at Ling Siyuan writhing on the bed, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll send him there first."

There happened to be a male teacher passing by outside, Zhu Wenshu stopped him and told the situation, he immediately put down what he was doing and carried Ling Siyuan out to a taxi.

"Be patient."

Ling Siyuan clutched his stomach and curled up on Zhu Wenshu's lap, but he didn't cry out, but shouted out the pain in a hoarse voice, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"It will be here soon, the doctor will prescribe some medicine and the pain will be gone."

While comforting Ling Siyuan, Zhu Wenshu called Ling Chen.

He answered quickly, but the background voice was very loud, as if in a crowded place.

"What's up?"

His voice sounded deep.

"Yuan Yuan is sick, his stomach hurts, it may be acute gastroenteritis."

Zhu Wenshu's tone was a little anxious, "I'm sending him to the hospital now, and I'll ask you to find out first. Does he have any past medical history? Is there any drug allergy?"

Ling Chen gave a soft "tsk", "Stomach hurts?"

The doubt in his tone was undisguised, as if surprised.

"right."

Zhu Wenshu said, "Just now in physical education class, he sweated all over, took off his clothes, and then went to eat two popsicles."

Ling Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll wait for your message next time.

"

Hearing the background voice from him, Zhu Wenshu didn't think too much, answered "OK" and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Ling Chen's news came.