Chapter 46 Mysterious Topic

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Chapter 46 Mysterious Topic

"Why are you still standing there. Why don't you help Mr. Ye up quickly?" an old teacher hurriedly shouted.

"Yes, yes. Hurry up and bring the gauze over."

A group of people started to get busy around Ye Hao.

But they are teachers after all, how can they do this kind of thing.

"Everyone don't have to be busy. Principal Wu, please go to the school doctor's office and give me some gauze and medical alcohol." Ye Hao covered his palm and smiled lightly.

"Okay, okay. I'll go get it right now." Principal Wu has run as far as he can for the past month today.

"Xiao Ting. How could you be so impulsive just now?"

"Yes. Look at what Ye Hao is doing now."

"Ye Hao is your student. How can you do it? Look at the blood. Ouch... I'm a little dizzy."

This time, the object of everyone's accusations began to face Zhao Yanting.

Zhao Yanting also looked at Ye Hao with guilt. She opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, so she could only bow her head there.

"Okay. Don't talk about Mr. Zhao. Just now, Mr. Zhao was too worried about Mr. Yang. And I didn't make it clear and responsible. In fact, I have some research in medicine myself." Ye Hao said with a smile.

Those teachers didn't say anything, but they still looked at Zhao Yanting with reproach in their eyes.

"Okay. Teachers, our class is over. I think you should go outside first. Everyone surrounds me like this, but it makes me a little short of breath." Ye Hao broke the atmosphere with a smile.

Those teachers also left the big classroom after saying some words of concern.

In the end, only Ye Hao, Zhao Yanting, and the middle-aged man were left.

"Old Yang asked me to stay and watch this. I can't go now." The middle-aged man looked at Ye Hao apologetically.

"It's alright." Ye Hao slowly tried to stand up, but maybe it was because he had stood for a day without much rest, plus he was a little weak from the acupuncture and blood loss just now, and his body fell to the side all of a sudden.

"Be careful."

But the feeling of hitting the ground didn't come, instead, it felt a soft and warm feeling like cotton candy.

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting who was supporting him, his arm was leaning against the canyon.

But at this time, Zhao Yanting was occupied with guilt, so she didn't care much about it.

"You...you don't move."

"It's okay. Let's sit down below." Ye Hao pointed to the seats in the classroom.

"Okay, slow down. I'll support you." Zhao Yanting carefully supported Ye Hao, her body touching Ye Hao without a distance.

Ye Hao is now enjoying the feeling of flying. That kind of touch makes him feel like his soul is about to be sublimated. He even feels that his needle is worth it! "Ye Hao, Ye Hao."

The calling sound in his ears woke Ye Hao from his "beautiful dream". At this time, he was already sitting on the seat in the middle of the large classroom.

Zhao Yanting on the side was looking at herself anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Ye Hao came back to his senses and put on a normal look.

"Just now...I'm really sorry. I...I was..." Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao with guilt.

"It's fine. It's just a minor injury. I'll pull out the needle first." Ye Hao looked at the needle that pierced into his palm. He grabbed the exposed part of the needle with his left hand and slowly pulled the needle out from the inside. .

The process of pulling it out inevitably brought some pain, Ye Hao frowned slightly.

On the other hand, Zhao Yanting didn't dare to watch such a "bloody" scene.

"Ye Hao, I brought you something." Principal Wu ran back with a box of things in his arms, looking worriedly at Ye Hao's bleeding palm.

Ye Hao is now regarded as a treasure by him.

"Would you like to go to the hospital for a look?" Principal Wu asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself. Principal Wu, go and entertain those teachers. After all, it's already so late." Ye Hao shook his head and said.

"Then... Then Mr. Zhao, you are optimistic about Ye Hao." Principal Wu instructed Zhao Yanting, and he walked out three steps and turned his head to arrange for those teachers.

"What are we going to do now, your blood is getting faster and faster!" Zhao Yanting looked at the needle that was taken out, which was covered with blood.

When she thought that it was because of her push that the needle pierced into Ye Hao's palm, her heart began to feel uncomfortable again.

"It's fine. I'll just treat the wound. You take out the medical alcohol and disinfect the wound first." Ye Hao took a deep breath and started to prepare for the treatment of his wound according to the medical knowledge in his head.

"Okay...Okay." Zhao Yanting rummaged through the box for a while, and took out a medical alcohol bottle.

In fact, directly disinfecting the wound with medical alcohol is not the best choice for treating the wound, but it is the simplest, easiest and most convenient choice.

Ye Hao stretched his right hand to the open space next to him: "Pour alcohol on my wound."

"Fell directly?" Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao worriedly.

"Yes, just pour." Ye Hao nodded, then picked up a towel next to him and bit it in his mouth

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Zhao Yanting poured alcohol on Ye Hao's palm according to Ye Hao's instructions.

A hot pain came from the palm of the hand.

Ye Hao had sweat on his forehead, and his face was much paler than usual.

I will go, this method is too painful!

After about ten seconds, I don't know if the alcohol had an effect, and the bleeding speed of the wound began to slow down slowly.

"Look to see if there are any silver needles in the box." Ye Hao spat out the towel in his mouth and whispered.

"Oh." Zhao Yanting immediately found a silver needle bag from the box.

"Disinfect these silver needles with alcohol."

"OK."

Ye Hao took the sterilized silver needle and inserted it into his right arm.

After three silver needles.

The wound on the palm was finally bloodless.

"Sister Ting. Help me clean my wound with a towel." Ye Hao's breathing was a little heavy.

"Okay." Zhao Yanting picked up the towel and carefully wiped off the liquid on Ye Hao's palm. She looked at Ye Hao and said guiltily, "It hurts."

"It hurts. Of course it hurts." Ye Hao said with a smile.

Zhao Yanting lowered her head; "I'm sorry."

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting as a little girl who made a mistake, and pity rose in his heart.

After all, Zhao Yanting was just worried about Yang Lao before.

The corners of Ye Hao's mouth evoked a wicked smile. He leaned forward and whispered in Zhao Yanting's ear, "How will Sister Ting compensate me?"

"You can make up for it how you want." Zhao Yanting, who felt guilty in her heart, spit out these words subconsciously.

Ye Hao's eyes lit up, and he said softly, "Then I want you..."

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