My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

The school infirmary is very busy. After the two-day sports meeting, there are some sprains, bruises, and wrestling.

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

He is tall and thin with single eyelids, wearing a pair of thin-legged gold-rimmed glasses, with a face so cold that everyone owes him hundreds of dollars, and he is quickly doing a simple diagnosis for the students in line.

"You rub some medicine, and I'll prescribe you some more. You can rub it at home for a few days during the National Day."

"Just scratching the surface of the skin, but still want to issue a sick note? You dream faster."

"I can't take a picture of your injury. If the pain gets worse tomorrow, go to the hospital by yourself. Remember, don't blame me for not reminding you if you become disabled after a delay."

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

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

A boy with extremely fair skin was standing at the door with a boy who was taller than him on his back.

The face of the boy who was being carried was a little red, he quickly got off the ground, and walked over with his feet: "It's not very serious... I sprained a bit."

School doctor Gong said "Oh": "So expensive? Are you still carrying it?"

The boy who followed in took a deep breath: "Doctor, please take a closer look, I'm afraid it's not as simple as sprained, maybe there is muscle strain, ligament tear, or joint capsule damage..."

School doctor Gong folded his arms, his thin single eyelid drooping: "You are so good, are you going to study medicine in the future?"

Ruan Qingmu closed her mouth patiently: "..."

Damn, why is this little doctor not benevolent at all!

School doctor Gong saw that he had shut his mouth, so he patted the simple clinic table with satisfaction: "Sit."

Qin Yuan sat on it, and Dr. Gong examined it carefully, asked about his detailed feeling, and touched his ankle a few times: "It should be nothing serious, it's just a sprain."

He turned around and took out the always-prepared ice pack from the small freezer, and quickly put it on Qin Yuan's ankle: "I need a cold compress now, bear with it."

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

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

Ruan Qingmu became displeased: "Hey, comrade doctor, can ice cubes do this right away? Shouldn't you apply some medicinal oil or medicine to dissipate blood stasis and activate blood circulation?"

In my previous life, I had advanced gadgets such as refrigerators around me, and I couldn’t find ice at any time. Similar bruises were treated with medicinal oils and herbs, and they were very effective.Why is a bag of ice being sent away now?

Dr. Gong stood up, with a pair of brown eyes mocking: "Oh, young man, do you have an ancestral quack doctor in your family?"

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

School doctor Gong sneered, reached out and tapped him: "Listen, this is my three-acre land, and I will give you ADHD children popular science for free.

"First, if you have a sports sprain or something, apply cold compresses immediately, not hot compresses, unless you want to hurt him, understand? Second, don't apply any safflower oil or Yunnan Baiyao immediately. Promoting blood circulation too early will accelerate the expansion of blood congestion and edema. To make matters worse, don't listen to quacks and blind BBs."

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

"Thirdly, stop all activities, rest and then rest." School doctor Gong looked at Ruan Qingmu, "Well, you did the right thing, it's best to carry it on your back."

He turned around and sat down, scribbling a few lines of medical records like ghost paintings, and took out a bottle of medicinal oil from the cabinet: "After the cold compress, the swelling is no longer visible. After 24 hours, apply the hot compress, and at the same time use this to rub it to help dissipate the swelling." Yu, do you understand?"

Ruan Qingmu frowned, and reached out to take it: "Doctor, can you write him a note? The kind that doesn't take physical education classes."

School doctor Gong waved his hand, but he didn't feel embarrassed, and issued a leave note, and just after the opening, his cell phone rang.

He looked at it, his face was a little gloomy, and he clicked to answer: "What are you doing? Call again to block you!"

There was a male voice on the other end of the phone. I don't know what he said. School doctor Gong sneered: "Okay, let's meet and talk. I'll see what you can come up with."

Throwing down his phone angrily, he stood up and began to take off his white coat.

He took off his white coat, revealing a bright silver T-shirt with an exaggerated color underneath, and ripped jeans underneath. He waved at the two boys: "I'm going out to eat, and you two can leave here after the cold compress."

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

Ruan Qingmu's face flushed red: "..."

School 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 leave the door bitterly, before she sat down at the diagnosis table: "What kind of rotten quack doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yuan, who was lying facing the door, blinked his eyes several times rapidly.

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

Qin Yuan coughed violently, Ruan Qingmu suddenly came to his senses, and turned around: "..."

Half of her body in silver sequins leaned out from the door. School doctor Gong's expression was as cold as a bloodthirsty forensic doctor: "Boy, don't fall into my hands in the future."

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

The infirmary was quiet, and the two of them looked at each other. After listening for a long time, there was really no sound outside, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is...crazy." Ruan Qingmu muttered.

Qin Yuan lay down slowly, and his body, which was extremely upright even standing and sitting, relaxed a little. Looking up at the snow-white ceiling, he suddenly said, "He's pretty good."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ruan Qingmu was surprised, "You often get hurt and come here?"

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

Ruan Qingmu was stunned: "Ah, I remember."

It turned out that the owner of this body was found to have psychological problems, and the homeroom teacher called Mu Wanli on purpose, because he still had this incident in his memory.

Qin Yuan said in a low voice: "I tested it to be normal, but he came to look for me."

He knew his test scores must be normal.

He easily saw obvious inclinations in certain options, and which ones he chose would definitely lead to problems in the test.

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

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

Qin Yuan smiled faintly, and that smile was fleeting: "He said that I not only have some psychological problems, but also good at covering them up."

"Although your score was normal in the end, some options showed completely abnormal correlations." These were the original words of Gong Xiaoyi at the time, "If you don't want to talk to me, you must let your parents know that you are so smart, or Just read the psychology book yourself."

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

"You don't ask me what's wrong?"

"What can I ask?" Ruan Qingmu squinted at him, her eyes were dark, "Is it strange that you have a sad face all day long, and you have mental problems?"

Qin Yuan glanced at him: "Each to each other."

The school infirmary is right next to the playground. The music from the sports meeting begins to flutter. The faint laughter of the students floats in from the window. The orange light of the setting sun covers the treatment table. Beside the snow-white walls, all kinds of medical equipment are shining coldly. Light.

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

As the temperature rises, the thin ice inside also melts a bit.

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

The boy's ankles were clearly shaped, and he was wearing thin sports socks, revealing a slightly swollen side, with faint blue blood vessels showing through under the skin.

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

Qin Yuan suddenly retracted his feet and pressed his thin lips together.

Ruan Qingmu hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Qin Yuan blurted out: "Hot..."

After being pressed by something cold for so long, the piece was bitingly cold. The moment the warm fingers touched him, he didn't know if the contrast was too sharp, or what, he just felt as if he had been scalded by something. Heat into the bottom of my heart.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head in a daze and looked at him suspiciously.

Is it hot, or does it hurt?How can it be hot?

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

At this moment, a sweet girl's voice suddenly came from the radio outside: "Thank you to all the athletes for their hard work, and thanks to the referees for their hard work. Now the last broadcast of the school sports meeting, after intense calculations And double-checked, the class rankings of each grade have been released. Congratulations to Class 3 of the first grade, who won the first grade in the total score of the first grade! The champion of the second grade is under intense statistics..."

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 moment: "Well, it should be."

Suddenly, the cell phone in his hand rang, and when he picked it up, the speaker on the other side was obviously turned on, and the voices of a group of people were as excited as a thousand chickens: "Brother Ruan, brother Ruan, first-hand news, the physical education teacher Lao Wu said, Said that our class seems to be the first!"

Fu Songhua's voice next to him yelled in the hands-free: "Nonsense, absolutely impossible, even if Ruan Qingmu and Fang Li are number one, they are still ten points behind our class!"

Tang Tiantian's weak voice was at the side: "There are 37 people in our class who signed up. Although almost all of them were eliminated in the preliminary competition, the basic score is high."

"Fuck! 37 people? 10 points more than us...?" Fu Songhua yelled, "That's not right, it's still 2 points behind our class?"

Ruan Qingmu smiled into the speakerphone.

"Stupid guy." He leisurely reminded someone who was furious over there, "Our class's five promotional drafts have been broadcast."

Niu Xiaoqing laughed loudly: "Five points! It's not bragging, our sports committee has written fifteen manuscripts in advance for backup, so I asked you whether you are convinced or not?"

She was ashamed to say it, she groaned and held back seven or eight manuscripts, and said she exhausted her efforts, but as soon as she showed it to Ruan Qingmu, she was ruthlessly executed. After one night, they The Sports Commission just produced more than a dozen new manuscripts, which were really admirable.

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

There are so many classes in the school that are sending out promotional articles, and the radio station will consider the quality and balance of the contributions. Usually, two or three articles are enough for a class. This guy, Ruan Qingmu, actually gave him 5 articles?

3 points more than their class, so the final total score was just one point ahead? ?

Depressed and resentful at the same time, he yelled at Bai Jing's cell phone: "You are too insidious! You must have some kind of PY deal with someone from the radio station... Oh, Fang Li, don't step on me!"

Fang Li's voice next to him was small, with embarrassment: "Don't scold people in our class."

Bai Jing and the others yelled proudly: "What the hell is this class from? He's been hanging around with us all this time. Drag him out and beat him to death, while he's alone!"

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

"Brother Yong, where are you and Brother Liu? If you haven't eaten, let's be together later." Wang Li said cautiously on the phone, "The people in the class said, let's go to the group for a group of skewers, everyone is rarely happy. "

Li Zhiyong hesitated for a moment, looked at Liu Jun's suddenly cold face, and quickly yelled: "Bah, what a fart to eat with those people! Wang Li, you can lick it!"

Wang Li over there was also annoyed: "Will you go or not! Tang Tiantian asked 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: "You two idiots think you're really the center of the world."

In the dormitory, Li Zhiyong was dumbfounded: "Wang Li, he dared to drop my phone!"

Liu Jun ignored him, and with a strong hand, the cabinet lock that had been tampering for a long time was suddenly pried open.

He opened the door of the cupboard and looked through it impatiently, frowning in disappointment, it was ordinary clothes.Suddenly, his eyes fell on a corner of the cabinet, and he reached out and took out a nylon bag from it.

Unzipping the zipper casually, he dumped the contents out, and suddenly his eyes widened: "What the hell is this?"

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

Looking at the things poured out on the table below, he rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Damn it!!"

He hurriedly got out of bed, stretched out his hand to pick among the weird things, and picked up one in a daze: "This, this is what the girl lost last time? Are we helping the school solve the case?"

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

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

The half-hidden 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 quickly winked at them: "Close the door, close the door."

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

The two boys from the neighboring class were taken aback. They leaned over and looked at it curiously: "Damn it! It's so hot, are you from your dormitory?"

"Yeah, guess who it is? Hehe..."

……

Qin Yuan listened to the commotion on the hands-free phone, and looked up at Ruan Qingmu.

His eyes are usually cold, but when he is occasionally gentle like this, that kind of indifference is like breaking the ice, revealing a lake of spring water below.

"Propaganda draft, are you ready?" He asked softly, "Then we won't be wronged."

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

On the phone, Bai Jing finally got back to the topic: "Brother Ruan, we discussed it. Everyone, go to the 'Let's get a few skewers' at the door to get some skewers. The table is reserved at six o'clock sharp. Are you coming over later?"

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "I don't have the money to invite you."

"I know you are poor in the sports committee, don't be afraid." The other side laughed, "The class monitor said that the class fee is still more than 600, so she will ask Old Jane for instructions. All the remaining AAs are not enough."

"Yes, AA is open to eat, and pour all the prize-winning food down at night!".

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

Putting down the phone, he looked at Qin Yuan: "Is there no party in your class?"

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

"Oh." Ruan Qingmu stared at his feet, was silent for a while, and said suddenly, "Then why don't you come with me to pick up skewers. You can also take Fu Songhua with you."

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

"Hey, forget it, forget it, it's okay 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, stood up abruptly, and reached out to grab the ice pack on his ankle, " Watching us celebrate is like adding salt to your wounds..."

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

……