C1642 Love Is a Light
C1642 Love Is a Light
"Doctor, you are mistaken. "He's not my boyfriend …"
The nurse tugged at the doctor's white coat to remind him softly.
"Dr. Zhou, don't talk nonsense."
"Oh, not now, but maybe in the future. The two of them look quite compatible. "
The doctor raised an eyebrow, an inexplicable smile in his eyes.
Yuwen Qingge felt even more embarrassed.
"Ahem …"
Jin Junxi looked at Qian Jingchuan and Ning Qianyu with a strange expression on his face. He clenched his fists and coughed lightly.
"Doctor Zhou, I already said no, but you still said no?"
When the female nurse heard this, she was slightly unhappy in her heart.
The doctor smiled and tactfully dropped the subject. Ye Zichen waved towards Qian Jingchuan.
"Then come over here and treat your wounds."
"I'm fine."
Qian Jingchuan didn't think much of it.
"Student Jing Chuan, quickly sit down. I'll help you apply the medicine."
The nurse blushed and whispered to Qian Jingchuan.
"Aiya, Jing Chuan, quickly sit down. Although your injuries are not as severe as Qingge's, if you don't treat them in time, it will cause an inflammation. "
Jin Junxi raised an eyebrow and came over to help.
"Yes, teacher, you should deal with it."
Yuwen Qingge sat on the wheelchair and turned to look at Qian Jingchuan. She had to change her way of addressing him, in response to the doctor's joke.
Qian Jingchuan pursed his lips, somewhat unwilling, as he sat in the chair for the doctor.
The nurse's hands trembled as she treated his wounds.
The doctor in the white coat glanced at her and pretended not to see anything. As the general practitioner of the Sacred Land Academy's hospital, how could he not see through her thoughts? However, her thoughts would come to nothing.
This young boy with deep facial features and blond hair and blue eyes was really unworthy of him.
However, the person sitting on the wheelchair was a perfect match for him.
They all had a noble aura that they were born with, and their eyes were filled with elegance and cold arrogance.
The students of the Holy Land's Artistic Academy all had a strong or shallow artistic aura. However, only these two were different.
With great difficulty, the nurse treated Qian Jingchuan's wound, and the blush on her face extended all the way down to his neck.
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The four of them walked out of the hospital.
Ning Qianyu pushed Yuwen Qingge and stood at the entrance of the hospital. She raised her head slightly and spoke to Qian Jingchuan.
"Let's go back to the dorm."
"Oh, no. Senior Qianyu, how about we have lunch together? "
Jin Junxi suggested with a pack in one hand as he smiled. Finally, he added.
"About that, I'll treat you."
"No need."
Ning Qianyu rejected him coldly.
Yuwen Qingge, on the other hand, felt embarrassed. Just as she was about to speak, Jin Junxi spoke again.
"Senior Qianyu, are you sure you don't want to do this?" "Even if you had a misunderstanding with Jing Chuan, so long has passed. You …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ning Qianyu's expression changed and she pushed Yuwen Qingge towards the dorm room.
Yuwen Qingge:?
"Sigh …"
Jin Junxi froze for a moment, and a wave of pain coursed through his hand.
Qian Jingchuan pulled his backpack from Ning Qianyu's hands and walked in the opposite direction.
"Jing Chuan, you …"
Jin Junxi frowned, then shook his head.
When he turned around, he found that Qian Jingchuan was already far away. He trotted after her.
"Hey, Jing Chuan, wait for me."
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An hour had passed since Ning Qianyu and Yuwen Qingge returned to the dormitory.
The two of them checked their class schedules.
Coincidentally, there weren't any classes in the afternoon.
After Ning Qianyu changed her clothes, she took out two boxes of self-heating rice from her locker.