Chapter 967: Chapter 967: A Day as Teacher (36)
That was ng Yu’s first setback.
Maybe the first ti is always special, so he can’t forget it deep down.
He always wants to compete with Qiao Lian again.
Of course, there are other reasons…
He doesn’t want to see soone so talented be ruined like this.
–
Chuzheng took Qiao Lian to the hospital.
The doctor quickly examined him.
“His hand was injured before…” The doctor ca out and said to Chuzheng: “If you sent him later, it might have been useless.”
Chuzheng leaned against the wall, her back pressed against the cold surface.
“Use the best techniques to treat him.”
The doctor sighed and didn’t guarantee: “We’ll do our best.”
After talking with the doctor, Chuzheng pushed open the hospital room door and went in.
Qiao Lian lay pale on the bed, eyes tightly shut, with sweat still on his forehead.
Chuzheng’s fingertips brushed aside the hair on Qiao Lian’s forehead, revealing his smooth, full forehead.
Chuzheng’s palm rested in his hair, not moving, just quietly staying there.
Qiao Lian slept for quite a while; when he woke up, it was already evening.
He turned and saw Chuzheng, one hand supporting her forehead, the other resting on his head, lightly pressing, her eyes always cold, now peacefully closed.
The next second they locked eyes, there was no hint of sleepiness, as clear and cold as ever.
Chuzheng adjusted the bed higher so he could lean: “How are you feeling?”
Qiao Lian looked at his hand: “Can’t really feel anything.”
Chuzheng asked casually: “How did it happen?”
Before, Qiao Lian seed normal; Chuzheng hadn’t noticed anything wrong with his hand.
After all, he was still fighting.
Qiao Lian’s eyes darkened: “My dad did it.”
He learned piano from his mother and practiced on his own afterward whenever he had free ti. Every ti Qiao Hong heard it, he would tell him to stop playing.
At first, he thought Qiao Hong just didn’t like it, so he avoided it.
That ti, he won a prize and returned ho to find Qiao Hong waiting.
He said nothing, had people hold him down, and destroyed his hands directly.
Though later, Qiao Hong used the best doctor to heal his hands, he could never play piano again.
Chuzheng’s eyes grew colder.
Qiao Hong, that bastard, had gotten off lightly before!
Chuzheng looked at Qiao Lian: “Since you know your situation, why did you ss with ng Yu?”
“Teacher…” Qiao Lian hesitated for nearly a minute, then slowly said: “ng Yu found out.”
“Found out what?”
Qiao Lian rely looked at her, like a wronged child.
Chuzheng quickly understood: “So?”
“He’ll tell.” Qiao Lian said, “It will affect you, Teacher.”
He’s not worried about himself; he only fears he will cause trouble for her.
He knows the consequences.
“So you’re just planning to lose those hands?” Chuzheng leaned closer: “Qiao Lian, did you ever ask ?”
Qiao Lian felt nervous being looked at from such close proximity.
He swallowed nervously, explained: “Teacher, I just… want to handle so things myself.”
“It’s just ng Yu, he can talk all he wants, what are you afraid of.” Chuzheng said irritably, “If it weren’t for you at school, I would have resigned long ago.”
Qiao Lian was stunned.
— If it weren’t for you at school, I would have resigned long ago.
Chuzheng’s hands supported on either side, almost encircling him.
The girl looked at him fiercely: “Next ti things like this happen, tell . I’ll handle it, hear?”
Qiao Lian, dazed and confused, nodded after a while: “Under…stood.”
Chuzheng gave him a quick kiss: “Good boy.”
Qiao Lian: “…”
–
Qiao Lian’s hand injury is fundantal; even if healed, it’ll never regain strength.
The doctor could only provide conservative treatnt.
How much he can recover, no one can say.
“Why not just amputate?”
Chuzheng suddenly blurted out.
Qiao Lian shivered in fright: “Teacher, no… there’s no need, right?”
“After all, you don’t care.” Chuzheng served porridge, sitting expressionlessly beside him.
“…”
These days, Chuzheng has been with him constantly; Qiao Lian hasn’t felt her anger.
But at this mont, Qiao Lian realized she was indeed angry.
Chuzheng forced the spoon to his lips; Qiao Lian opened his mouth chanically.
Qiao Lian imdiately spat it out, Chuzheng catching it with her hand: “What’s wrong with you?”
Qiao Lian stuck out his tongue, muttered: “Hot.”
Chuzheng felt the porridge in her palm slightly hot.
She paused for a mont.
Qiao Lian noticed she had caught it with her hand; his expression changed slightly, quickly grabbing for a tissue, but as soon as he moved, his hand ached terribly.
“Don’t move.”
Chuzheng put the bowl down, got up to wash her hands, then returned, waiting until the porridge cooled a bit before feeding him.
Qiao Lian obediently finished the porridge.
“Teacher, are you mad at ?”
“What am I mad at you for?” Chuzheng’s tone was flat, betraying no emotion: “You’ll have an examination soon, rest a while first.”
Qiao Lian opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing more.
Qiao Lian only attends examinations; Chuzheng never lets him hear what the doctors say.
But Qiao Lian trusts Chuzheng; she would never harm him.
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