Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as he touched the person's arm, he noticed the painful expression on the face of the person around him, and he was so shocked that he immediately let go of the other person's arm.

"Did you hurt your hand?" The tone was anxious.

Cheng Yimo hid his injured arm back, pursed his lips and shook his head, "I injured it myself, it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing the movement of the man protecting his arm, Chu Jingran said with the attitude of being a good teacher and being responsible for the perpetrator, "I'd better send you to the hospital for a checkup, otherwise I won't be relieved."

After finishing speaking, he half-forcibly carried him into the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt carefully, and turned around to go to the nearest hospital.

Hospital

"I suggest, sir, that you take someone to the burn department first, and then bring someone to the orthopedics department for a full-body examination, take pictures, and report to the police by the way."

Chu Jingran was stunned for a moment, his perplexed eyes could not possibly have a look of cuteness, and he asked rather incomprehensibly, "I accidentally bumped someone while driving, and I have already brought him to the hospital for examination, why are you still here?" Want to call the police?"

The doctor glanced at him, then at Cheng Yimo who came out from behind the screen, compared the disparity in strength between the two of them, and he knew something was wrong and said: "I mean the burn on his arm, and the burn that was caused by him. A bruise from a punch, nothing else."

Chu Jingran understood now, it turned out that he was scalded when he covered his arm just now, and it wasn't that he rubbed against someone.

Thinking about what the other party said just now that he was injured, Chu Jingran didn't ask any more questions. After thanking the doctor, he took someone to the burn department to look at the wound on his arm. Why do people on the road always protect their arms?

His whole arm was almost red and red from the heat, and there were a few blisters on it from time to time, which showed the high temperature of the burn. Chu Jingran felt that his whole arm was in severe pain when he was watching.

After the little nurse broke the blister with tools, she applied some medicine. When Chu Jingran was about to take the man to look at other wounds on his body, Cheng Yimo, who had been silent all the time, stopped talking.

"Thank you, but no need."

141. On the Importance of Taking to the Script 4

Chu Jingran turned around in bewilderment, and what he saw was the man behind him with his head bowed and stubborn.

Thinking of the injury on the other party's body, he softened his tone a lot, "It's better to take a look at the injury on the body, and treat it as a free medical examination."

He spoke again, "Thank you, but it's really not necessary."

After two refusals, Chu Jingran didn't forcefully pull him to do an inspection, after all, twisted melons are not sweet.

After leaving the hospital together, Cheng Yimo expressed his thanks to the person, and planned to leave while protecting his arms, but just as he turned around, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"That... classmate, wait a moment."

Cheng Yimo's footsteps paused slightly, the thoughts in his eyes were unclear, before he could think about why the other party called him, he felt sensitively that something was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

Moving his gaze down, he saw a white ointment.

"You take this and use it externally. Remember three times a day in the morning, noon and evening. Don't forget, so that the injuries on your body will heal faster."

Glancing at the ointment on his hand, he raised his eyes again and looked at the person opposite. At this moment, Cheng Yimo's heart was complicated beyond words.

In the previous life, when my good brother came back, he immediately asked someone to monitor him, but this number one enemy brought me to the hospital for an examination, bought me medicine, and told me to take it.

Holding back the self-mockery in his eyes, Cheng Yimo held the medicine in his hand and nodded.

Seeing that the person did not refuse, Chu Jingran relaxed a little bit, raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "Looking at your books just now and Xiangyuan's school uniform on your body, you should be rushing to school, that's just right, I I’m going to Xiangyuan too, and I’ll take you for a ride.”

Cheng Yimo's eyes were full of surprise, as if he understood the doubts on the face of the man, Chu Jingran smiled mysteriously, winked at the man slyly and said: "This...is a secret."

Cheng Yimo was stunned for two seconds, looked at the sly man in front of him, smiled in his clear eyes, then nodded.

In the eyes of the other party, the current self is just an insignificant student, what can he do.

You are the protagonist, and there are so many things you can draw on your body.

……

Not surprisingly, Cheng Yimo was late for a class, and it was time for extracurricular activities.

As soon as he entered the classroom with his arms guarded and just sat down, Cheng Yimo suddenly felt a black shadow suddenly attacking from the front right, almost instinctively, his shoulders were slightly tilted.

The whistling wind passed by the cheek, and the unknown object hit the wall not far behind with a bang, and fell slowly against the wall. It was a book of "Philosophical Insights".

Before Cheng Yimo could react to what was going on, an exasperated growl mixed with four or five books would strike him again, "You have hurt me so badly, and you still dare to hide."

Sharp into the ear, Cheng Yimo's mind