On the way back to the dormitory, I called Yang Chen and told him that Miss Qin Lan and I had just come back, and we just needed to go home to wash up, and go over a little late, so that he could greet the whole class, and go to the Gongjue KTV next door to Meng Po's Shabu Shabu Shop after dinner as originally planned to wait for us.

Yang Chen was very excited on the phone, obviously drinking a lot, and lined up to ensure that the whole class would eat, drink, and play well.

After hanging up the phone, I remembered that the skin on my shoulder had been scratched by a bullet before, and it was best to clean the wound and bandage it again, considering that the wound was on the back and shoulder, it was difficult for me to deal with it myself, but my classmates in that dormitory were all eating at Meng Po Shabu Shabu at the moment, and no one could help me deal with the wound and bandage.

As for the classmates in the dormitory next door, I am not familiar with them, so how can I be embarrassed to trouble them.

In addition, there are no corresponding bandaging supplies in the dormitory, and even if there are classmates, it is estimated that they will not be able to help.

In fact, I knew that although I was grazed by a bullet, fortunately, the bullet only passed by, which is an ordinary skin injury, and if it wasn't for the back and shoulder, I would have been able to deal with it myself.

Because when I was a child, my mom also taught me simple bandaging and sterilization, so it was a piece of cake for me. It's just a pity that now the wound is on the back and shoulder, and there is nothing I can do.

After thinking about it, I thought I would simply go back to the dormitory bathhouse to take a shower, look at the wound with my back to the mirror, and if it was just a normal scratch of the skin, I would rinse the wound first, and then put it on with a band-aid, I remember that I had a few band-aids in my suitcase, which came in handy.

If the wound is a little deep, go to a nearby pharmacy to buy some disinfectant and bandaging supplies, and ask the pharmacy attendant to help deal with it, and just add some money. Still, I'm sure the wound must have been minor, otherwise I wouldn't have blood on my back and shoulder right now.

If this was the case, in the morgue lounge before, Captain Wang and Miss Qin Lan had already appeared and reminded me to go directly to the hospital for emergency bandaging.

Just as I was halfway there, I saw a poster posted on the bulletin board on the side of the road, and many students were watching, and I knew a little bit about the poster from their discussions.

It is said that in the school infirmary, a group of students who are about to graduate from a medical university came today, and these students plan to volunteer in our school to provide physical examinations, blood tests, vaccinations, and medical treatment for new students for half a month, without any cost.

If treatment and medication are involved, they are free as long as they are not particularly expensive and scarce.

During this period, considering that students have to attend classes during the day and it is inconvenient to come for a physical examination, it is changed to serve students every day after class and before 11 o'clock in the evening.

Students who are not freshmen are also welcome to come and consult if they have any ailments.

After listening to what my classmates were saying, I decided to go straight to the infirmary and ask these medical university students to help treat the wound and bandage it. Then I went back to the dormitory to change my clothes, and went to Gongjue KTV to find my classmates.

With that decision in mind, I turned around and walked towards the building where the infirmary was located.

When I arrived at the door of the infirmary, I saw a row of tables set up in the open air outside, and many students were already waiting in line for medical examinations.

I roughly counted about one or two hundred students, divided into eight rows, with a table at the front of each row, and eight medical university students serving the freshmen.

Most of the interns at these medical universities are women, and one of them is a man who wears a white coat and looks like a doctor. He was wearing glasses, he looked very shy, his skin was very good, and even I thought that if he was a woman, he was definitely not bad, and he was concentrating on taking blood pressure for a girl.

The female interns of other medical universities are all dressed in nurse uniforms, either playful and cute, or dignified and virtuous, but they are all very attentive to the body of the new students.

Among them, there is a female intern who is a bit beautiful, and she is the most beautiful of the female interns in this group of medical university interns, so the line in front of her is obviously much longer, and there are basically mostly male students, obviously these male drunks don't mean to drink.

As for the queue in front of the male intern, it is very short, and the girls who come to see the doctor always find it inconvenient to find a male intern, after all, some gynecological diseases are still difficult for male doctors to talk about.

Therefore, the team in front of this male intern is not only pitifully small, but also basically a little more male. Presumably, these boys are not either, otherwise they would have gone to the line at the beautiful nurse.

After taking a look at the situation at the scene, I felt that it was a little more realistic to line up with the male intern. Because I have to bandage the wound on my shoulder for a while and take off my shirt, it is still not very convenient for female interns.

Second, there are too many people in front of the other interns, and they have to wait in a long line, I still want to finish the bandaging quickly, go back to the dormitory to change clothes, and then go to Gongjue KTV to find Yang Chen and them, so as not to wait in a hurry.

So, I came to the end of the line of the male intern and patiently lined up.

In order to play the boring waiting time, I took out my phone, called up the screenshot of the weird call again, and looked at it, wanting to see if there was anything new.

Fortunately, I used Miss Qin Lan's power bank in the lounge to charge for a while, although the charging time is not long, but it is still a little bit of electricity, so there is still a small amount of electricity available at the moment, otherwise I will be really bored.

As I stared at the screenshots on my phone's screen, I heard other students in line nearby talking about Miss Qin Lan's filming at our school.

So from time to time, I can hear people mention my name Su Feiyang, and they are all speculating about what my origin is, why I am good friends with Miss Qin Lan's sister, and I can also get the honor of Miss Qin Lan cooking herself.

I also heard them mention that the evening newspaper had published a photo of me and Miss Qin Lan, saying that the reporter had taken a picture at the door of the VIP room of the Bailuwan Restaurant.

As for my identity, the newspaper also mentioned it, saying that it was a freshman in our school, and even the specific classes and majors were written in detail, and apparently these reporters also went to the school to inquire about me.

I also heard that some students even went to the boys' dormitory to look for me, and many girls were guarding downstairs in the dormitory, saying that they wanted me to help them get them classic song albums with Miss Qin Lan's autograph, or free tickets for her solo concert next month.

After hearing everyone's discussions, I was also glad that I didn't go back to the dormitory directly just now, but came directly to the infirmary, otherwise I would have been surrounded by those Miss Qin Lan's fans at this moment.

I hurriedly and quietly deliberately turned my body in the direction of the few students nearby, so as to avoid anyone recognizing me, and when the time comes, I will not be able to answer this and that.

In particular, it is even more troublesome to ask me for Miss Qin Lan's autographed disc and a free ticket for next month's solo concert

After all, this monk has more meat and less meat, and it is difficult for me to agree to them. Even if Miss Qin Lan promised to give me some autographed discs and concert tickets, it would be limited, and I guess that my classmates alone may not have enough points, let alone other classes.

So I know that Miss Qin Lan has hurt me this time, and I think going back to the dormitory will be my biggest headache in the future.

Even tomorrow, after each class, students from other classes will come to the classroom to look for me.

After remembering these headaches, I didn't bother to study the screenshots on the phone screen and put my phone away, but cautiously lined up and walked forward, keeping an eye on the students passing by me, keeping my head down as much as possible so that other students would not recognize me.

It was during this torturous time that I finally got in front of the male intern.

After I sat down, he grabbed a blank registration form and asked me some basic questions, such as name, class, major, etc.

In order to prevent other students in the neighborhood from hearing my name, class, and major, and recognizing me as the Su Feiyang reported in the newspaper, I naturally didn't dare to say all this out loud.

I had to suggest to the male intern in front of me that I should fill out the form by myself, so that I could be faster, save time and delay in answering questions and answers.

He nodded, and handed me the registration form and pen, and turned to pick up his teacup and poured water.

By the time he returned, I had filled out the registration form and put it in front of him.

Just when I was worried about whether he would recognize me by name when he saw me, fortunately he did not carefully look at the other personal information I filled in on the registration form, but looked at me and casually asked whether it was a medical examination, a vaccination or a doctor.

I thought about it and told him that he had accidentally injured his shoulder, and I wanted to clean the wound and bandage it again. And told him that he was afraid that he would have to take off his shirt before he could be bandaged, so he hoped to enter the infirmary to do it, so as not to be inconvenient in this public.

When he asked me how I got hurt and if I had treated the wound before, I said that I had accidentally been cut by an iron bar, which should be an ordinary skin injury, and as for the wound, I hadn't had time to treat it, because there was no one to help me, and I couldn't see the wound, so I hadn't treated it yet.

He took a look at the wounded position on my back and shoulder, which I had roughly indicated with my hand, and stood up with my registration form and walked towards the infirmary, and I quickly got up and followed.

After entering the suite in the infirmary, he closed the door and motioned for me to go to the bed next to the wall to take off my shirt and lie on the bed, he wanted to check the wound first. After saying that, he turned around and went to prepare something to bandage the wound.

Without objection, I quickly took off my shirt and lay on the bed waiting for him to come and check on the injury.

When he came to the hospital bed with disinfectant and bandaging supplies in his hand, and glanced at my back, his originally calm expression instantly became extremely surprised, and even the things in his hand fell to the ground in fright......