Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"How did it happen? The wound is a bit deep." The school doctor said while helping Qing Huan clean the wound.

"Accidentally scratched by the wire on the tennis court's forgotten fence." Qing Huan replied.

"The iron wire should be disinfected properly," the school doctor said, "It's really not good, I think it's better to go to the hospital, this kind of injury can be big or small."

"It's okay, teacher, just deal with it." Qing Huan said.

Chen Ziran watched from the side and frowned: "Why don't I call the driver."

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I've said it's fine, you can go back to physical education class, I'll go back to the classroom after I finish here."

Chen Ziran shook his head and said firmly, "I'll accompany you."

Qing Huan didn't try to persuade her anymore.

Chen Ziran looked at the gauze that was dyed red, "Teacher, how long will it take for his injury to heal?"

"It will take three to five days to fully recover. Walking in class is fine, but exercise is not."

Qing Huan didn't care about the doctor's words - it might take three to five days for ordinary people, but this wound on his body can be healed automatically in three to five minutes... But now the wound is still bleeding, the wire is really Draw so deep? ...

After treating the wound, the school doctor said, "You can take a rest here and go back after school at noon."

"it is good."

The school doctor nodded, packed up his things and went out.

Only Qing Huan and Chen Ziran were left in the lounge of the school infirmary.

Seeing that Chen Ziran's expression was too serious, Qing Huan said in a relaxed tone: "You really don't have to worry, for me, this kind of injury is too small to be small."

Chen Ziran sat down beside him: "You have shed a lot of blood." Now there is still a smell of blood here.

"It's really scary to look at, but it will heal soon." Qing Huan patted her gauze-wrapped wound, and then felt a tingling pain, and couldn't help hissing.

Chen Ziran grabbed his hand: "Don't touch it, it's a wound."

That stinging feeling is still going on...it shouldn't be...it's just such a small injury...

Seeing that Qing Huan was in a daze again, Chen Ziran patted him: "What's the matter with you today? When you were playing just now, you were injured because you couldn't concentrate. Is there something wrong?"

"I don't know..." Qing Huan touched her head: "I just feel a little dazed..."

Chen Ziran stared at him: "How long has this situation been going on?" Thinking of Qing Huan's almost running a red light this morning and being hit, Chen Ziran was afraid for a while—if he hadn't happened to pass by and saw it at that time, or felt something was wrong and held him back in time... …The consequences could be disastrous.

"Just today..." Qing Huan paused—no, it was clearly from that time that she began to feel something was wrong...

What happened in between...

"Qing Huan, did you think of something?" Chen Ziran asked.

Qing Huan suddenly lowered his head to untie the gauze, but Chen Ziran hurriedly stopped him——

"what are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it." Qing Huan waved his hand away, and untied the gauze that the school doctor had just wrapped up, revealing a naked wound - a very long one, even faintly oozing blood...

"Qing Huan?"

"Wait a moment."

Qing Huan just stared at her wound like that, but five minutes had passed, and the wound hadn't changed much except that it wasn't bleeding anymore...

"It hasn't healed." Qing Huan raised her head and looked at Chen Ziran: "Did you see it? It didn't heal..."

"Didn't the school doctor say it would take a while? It won't be so fast."

Qing Huan shook her head: "It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this..."

Chen Ziran was puzzled: "Tsinghua, what do you want to say?"

Qing Huan saw the medical scissors on the table over there: "Chen Ziran, give me those scissors."

Chen Ziran paused, took the pair of scissors, but did not pass it to Qing Huan immediately: "What are you going to do?"

"Give it to me." Qing Huan couldn't help saying, took the scissors, and then scratched with her own hand - but before she could scratch, the scissors were caught, looking at Chen Ziran who was firmly grasping the blade of the scissors , Qing Huan frowned - "You let go."

"What are you doing?" Chen Ziran was sullen, of course he couldn't see Qing Huan hurting himself.

"I'm just experimenting, it has nothing to do with you, let it go."

"Don't let it go."

As soon as Qing Huan moved her hand, she felt a stream of hot liquid dripping down—the blade cut through Chen Ziran’s hand, and the blood flowed down, dripping onto his hand along the scissors—Qing Huan was startled, and quickly let go of her hand ——

"Chen Ziran, I told you to leave my affairs alone."

Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan with deep and bright eyes, and said word by word: "I can't ignore you."

"..." Qing Huan pursed her lips, obviously very angry, but seeing his bleeding hand, her heart softened again—"Your injury...you should bandage it..."

Chen Ziran took a look: "You help me."

"..."

When the school doctor came back from the outside, he happened to see the picture of Qing Huan carefully bandaging Chen Ziran's hand, then saw the blood-stained scissors on the table and... the gauze untied from Qing Huan's leg, his face turned black— —

"What are you doing?" The school doctor walked in quickly: "Didn't you tell me to take a good rest? How did you untie the gauze? Also, what's going on with you? Are you two still playing with scissors when you're so old? One injury is not enough, do we still have to come together?..."

Seeing the crazy school doctor, Qing Huan and Chen Ziran could only keep silent and accept the lesson obediently.

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Both Qing Huan and Chen Ziran didn't go to the afternoon class. Qing Huan's leg injury was justified, while Chen Ziran's hand was scratched and bled a little, which is unreasonable, but he just skipped class outright.

A curtain separated the people lying on the two beds.

"Qing Huan, are you asleep?" Chen Ziran spoke first—it was Qing Huan, who made him want to talk.

"What are you doing?" Qing Huan was annoyed.

"are you angry with me?"

It was obviously a very calm tone, but it sounded a little pitiful.

Qing Huan turned over: "No."

"I just can't see you hurt, not at all."

For Chen Ziran, this is already sweet talk.

Qing Huan sighed: "You don't even know..."

"Then you tell me."

Qing Huan was silent for a long time before she spoke: "Chen Ziran, you know that, right? I'm not an ordinary person."

"Ah."

"I am different from ordinary people in many ways. For example, I have the ability to heal myself." Qing Huan said slowly: "No matter how badly injured I am, I can heal myself. Do you know how many times I have died over the years? Is it? Even if I fall from a high altitude and my limbs are broken, I will still recover quickly... and I will be fine if I am poisoned by a poison that can kill even a few elephants. Not long ago, I had There was a subway explosion, but do you think I’m still fine? So the burns and knife wounds are trivial, just like today’s wounds, which should have healed in a few minutes, but..."

"You mean your self-healing ability is gone?"

"So far, yes."

Chen Ziran was silent for a while and said: "Maybe it's only temporary... Besides, even if the self-healing ability disappears, I will protect you well."

Qing Huan was speechless: "What are you talking about...I don't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'm very wrong now...it's different from before..." Qing Huan didn't know how to explain it: "Anyway, it's all too strange, since I had that dream..."

"What dream?"

"It's just a strange dream."

"Can't you tell me?"

"...It's not that I can't tell you, but this matter involves too many things, and it's more troublesome to explain... And, right now, I don't want to talk about it for the time being." The relationship between him and Long Zhao is too complicated. In this life, not to mention that this past life is actually related to Chen Ziran...

"Okay, then I'll wait until you can talk to me."

He is clearly a person who is not good at gentle words, but at this moment, Qing Huan seems to feel the gentleness that is not easily revealed in this man who has always given people a cold impression.

"Chen Ziran."

"Ok?"

"Thank you." Only Qing Huan himself knows how much emotion this "thank you" contains - he wants to thank this man for his sincerity and contribution to him. He might not know what he didn't want to point out, but perhaps it was because he knew that he chose to remain silent, and just used actions to express his feelings little by little.

After all, I owe him what I owe.

However, he didn't even know when he would be able to pay off the debt.