When the glasses behind the lens looked over, perhaps it was the reflection from the lens, but a chill inexplicably made one’s blood run cold.
The doctor walked over and said, "Are you a relative of the injured?"
"I’m his sister." The girl’s voice was steady and calm.
"Here’s the situation: after falling into shock, the patient was brought here. Preliminary examination showed multiple injuries. Two ribs in his chest are fractured, and there’s varying degrees of rupture in his spleen and stomach."
The male doctor shook his head, "For him to hold on until now, the boy’s willpower is truly exceptional. If he had been brought in any later, the consequences would have been unthinkable."
Shen You’an’s hands hung tightly clenched at her sides.
At this mont, a voice sounded from behind, "Are you Luo Qian’s family?"
Shen You’an turned her head—it was a middle-aged woman.
"I’m Luo Qian’s sister."
The woman suddenly stepped forward, "I’m Luo Qian’s horoom teacher, Mr. Huang. I feel terrible about what happened to Luo Qian at school. Rest assured, the school will provide you with an explanation."
She had just gone to pay so fees and returned, only to hear the doctor’s earlier remarks.
Hopefully, Luo Qian’s family wouldn’t escalate the matter and tarnish the school’s reputation.
Then the doctor said, "I suggest we report this to the police."
"That’s not an option." Mr. Huang and Shen You’an spoke simultaneously.
Shen You’an narrowed her eyes and said faintly, "Mr. Huang, I think we should settle this privately."
Mr. Huang thought she misheard, "You... what did you just say?"
The doctor glanced contemptuously at Shen You’an.
A pity—just monts ago, he thought this girl carried an extraordinary air. He didn’t expect her to be this kind of person.
With a sister like her, that boy must be truly unfortunate.
Shen You’an smiled lightly, "There’s no need to make a scene. We can settle this quietly between us."
Mr. Huang couldn’t help thinking how gentle and approachable this girl seed, entirely unlike most parents who would act unrelenting when sothing happened at school. If things got serious, even she—this boy’s horoom teacher—could end up dismissed.
Who would’ve thought this student’s guardian would be so easygoing?
Suddenly recalling sothing, Mr. Huang quickly asked, "Do you want to notify your parents...?"
"In our family, I get to make the decisions."
For so reason, Mr. Huang and the doctor, standing close, involuntarily shivered.
It was clearly late October, yet there was an inexplicable chill in the air like freezing snow and ice.
The young woman before them smiled like a spring breeze, but the cold glint in her eyes was as piercing as frost, concealing an unfathomable depth of hostility.
Most people followed the rules, but she preferred debts repaid with blood.
~
"Have you heard? A boy in Class 3 suddenly fainted in class, even vomited a lot of blood. It was horrifying."
"Could it be so terminal illness? He’s so young—what a pity..."
Xue Qingfang clenched the hand holding her tray and dashed forward in a single stride.
"Who fainted in Class 3?"
The two girls talking looked up and were instantly dumbstruck.
The girl standing before them was none other than the celebrated beauty of Third High, the school flower herself—stunningly pretty, with a magnetism that won widespread favor.
On normal days, even initiating a conversation with her required effort. Who would’ve thought she’d personally approach them?
One of the girls stamred, "I think... it’s a boy from Class 3 with the last na Luo."
That boy wasn’t even soone they knew, let alone Xue Qingfang.
"Last na Luo?"
Xue Qingfang set down her tray and rushed out of the cafeteria. Her deskmate was panting as she chased after her, "Fangfang, wait for !"
Xue Qingfang stopped mid-step and addressed the girl, "Yuanyuan, doesn’t your childhood friend belong to Class 3? Ask them what happened to the boy who fainted from that class!"
Though Kong Yuanyuan felt puzzled, she still complied without hesitation.
Xue Qingfang sat waiting on a bench near the schoolyard, her mind fixed on getting news.
Kong Yuanyuan soon returned, panting heavily, "I... I’ve got the details. The fainted boy’s na is Luo Qian; he was taken to the nearby hospital by an ambulance. Their Class teacher, Mr. Huang, also went along. No further updates yet."
The closest hospital was City Third Hospital. Suddenly, Xue Qingfang clutched her chest, "Yuanyuan, my heart feels uncomfortable. Quick, take to the hospital."
Kong Yuanyuan was startled, "Fangfang, don’t scare like that!"
Xue Qingfang pinched her harshly, "Use your brain, idiot! Hurry up and find the teacher to get leave permission!"
Kong Yuanyuan froze for a mont, "O-okay, alright! Fangfang, lie down here first. I’ll go ask the teacher for permission now."
With those words, she rushed off in a flurry.
Xue Qingfang pressed her lips together and slowly sat upright.
So his na is Luo Qian.
I didn’t an him harm, yet he still suffered because of .
Speaking of which, it seems I owe him a debt.
Xue Qingfang couldn’t help recalling the resolute expression in the boy’s eyes. She let out a deep sigh.
Stubborn as he was, he was still a man through and through.
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