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After dinner, Lu Qingye sent Meng Wantang to the basement of the teaching building.

"Why do you have to come in? I can walk in by myself." Meng Wantang was not used to being watched by others.

Lu Qingye said: "Don't let others think that you are having a bad life."

Rather than being framed and slandered, it is better to let others envy her.

When she doesn't live on the same level as others, those people are not jealous, but envious.

"I live my own life. What does it have to do with others?" Meng Wantang said this, but she was very happy in her heart.

She is used to handling things on her own.

Now that someone is standing behind her, telling her that she doesn't have to get up early, that she can rest, that she can relax, that she can ignore everything and just do her own thing, she realizes that she is also surrounded by care and love.

At this moment, she felt his love for her.

"what happened?"

Lu Qingye came over, brushed away the loose hair in front of her forehead, and helped her put on her hat.

Meng Wantang's eyes were hot, and she shook her head gently, but she smiled brightly: "I just suddenly felt very happy."

"You'll be happier in the future."

Lu Qingye paused and promised casually.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Meng Wantang started to think about her family again.

"Besides, you should study hard."

Lu Qingye pushed her and hurried to the classroom. Meng Wantang turned around and waved: "Then I'm leaving. Go slowly on your way."

"know."

Lu Qingye stood there and watched her enter the teaching building before turning around, getting in the car and driving away.

It's time for class now.

Many classmates were on their way here, and for a while they both attracted a lot of attention.

Lu Qingye was 1.9 meters tall, too superior, with deep facial features and clear contours. Meng Wantang stood in front of him, looking like a little bird.

Especially after Meng Wantang left, he stood there for a while, and only turned and left when he could no longer see her.

Such a high-profile performance is a unique show in this reserved, yet somewhat unrestrained era.

Many girls envy Meng Wantang.

"Classmate, who was the person who sent you to school just now?" A female classmate with pigtails came over and asked.

Meng Wantang turned her head and glanced at her. She looked very strange and didn't know her, but she still said, "It's my love."

"Your wife is really outstanding." The female classmate was very enthusiastic. She took the initiative to introduce herself to Meng Wantang. "My name is Wen Xuxu, you can call me Xuxu. I didn't come to class a few days ago. After registering, I asked for leave from the school. I was in the hospital before and was recently discharged, so I couldn't wait to come to school."

No wonder this girl didn't know her and came over to ask.

It turns out I didn't know what happened before.

"My name is Meng Wantang. Are you from here too?" Meng Wantang noticed the watch on Wen Xuxu's wrist.

That's not something an ordinary girl can afford.

That watch costs more than a hundred dollars!

The Hero pens in front of me are also very expensive.

The sweater on my body is not cheap.

Wen Xuxu nodded: "Yes, I'm a local."

"Oh."

Meng Wantang just asked casually to avoid a dull moment, and had no other intention.

Wen Xuxu came over and lay on the table, staring at Meng Wantang like a fangirl: "Meng Wantang, you are so pretty."

"..."

Meng Wantang couldn't help but think about more things.

She suddenly asked, "Are you married?"

Wen Xuxu looked disappointed, then smiled and said, "I'm not married, who would want to marry me? I'm just a sickly girl. People think marrying me is unlucky. But it doesn't matter, my brother said that it's okay for me not to get married."

"Can I take your pulse?" Meng Wantang's request made Wen Xuxu's eyes widen.

She stammered, "What does it mean to take a pulse?"

Meng Wantang lowered her eyes: "It means literally."

But don't force it.

"Oh my god, you can also take the pulse?" Wen Xuxu stretched her hand in front of Meng Wantang while speaking, and urged excitedly, "Hurry up and take the pulse. I know that those of you who have just studied medicine like to see different patients to accumulate experience. I like to play with beautiful people. You are so beautiful, even if we don’t know each other, I will let you take my pulse every day."

Meng Wantang was confused.

This guy is an absolute social terrorist.

Meng Wantang held her pulse and suddenly raised her eyes to look at the optimistic Wen Xuxu. Wen Xuxu's heart twitched when she saw her calm eyes, and the smile on her lips subconsciously fell away.

"Is your illness not cured?"

Just this one sentence made Wen Xuxu almost burst into tears, and she herself couldn't tell why.

Wen Xuxu forced a smile and pretended to be optimistic and said, "Yes, it can be cured. Why can't it be cured? My parents are very active in treating my illness."

"Would you like to try the prescription I prescribed?" Meng Wantang did not expose her, but calmly threw a bomb, which blew Wen Xuxu to pieces.

Wen Xuxu was about to speak when the class bell rang and the teacher came in.

Meng Wantang sat up straight, looked at the teacher, and listened carefully to the teacher's lecture. However, Wen Xuxu was not in the mood to listen to the lecture. She waited for a long time before she gathered her mind.

The teacher paused in the lecture. When everyone was flipping through their textbooks, Wen Xuxu picked up a pen, carefully wrote a line on the notebook, and quietly handed it to Meng Wantang.

"Will it be too much trouble for you? If not, please take good care of me, Doctor Meng!"

The seemingly witty words carry too much bitterness and the courage to desire health.

Meng Wantang carefully wrote down the prescription and wrote at the bottom: "Come for acupuncture once a week. Choose a time yourself."

Acupuncture?

Wen Xuxu couldn't control her shock.

The teacher started teaching again. Seeing that Meng Wantang was listening very attentively, she felt embarrassed to disturb her again.

This period of class was the first time that Wen Xuxu felt so difficult.

The class finally ended.

Wen Xuxu excitedly pulled Meng Wantang aside and asked in a low voice, "You know acupuncture? How come you are so good at it?"

"Is it amazing?" Meng Wantang's tone was too calm.

"Isn't it amazing? The only ones I know who would be shocked are old men. Besides, not all of those old men would be able to do it. They said that if their fathers were here, they could cure my illness. They can only prescribe medicine for me to take."

It was the first time that Wen Xuxu met someone who could use acupuncture.

Meng Wantang especially understood Wen Xuxu: "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Wen Xuxu frowned.

"I'm so young."

"Some people are very talented, and one year of their life is equivalent to ten or twenty years of work for others. What's so strange about that? Everyone is different, and age cannot be used to judge. Being young means having little experience, but many geniuses are different." Wen Xuxu didn't know why, but she had a natural sense of trust in Meng Wantang when she saw her.

It was as if they had known each other in a previous life.

Meng Wantang was a little touched. She smiled and said, "Then I will live up to your trust. Your disease can be cured. Don't be nervous or worried."

"You, what did you say?"

Wen Xuxu even stuttered.