This is the first time I have seen students fighting in the school.

It was also the first time I saw Tang Jiuqian fighting.

The girl swung her iron rod through the boys, mercilessly hitting everyone's shoulders and arms, with a faint expression on her face and an astonishing strength.

A few people in class 8 didn't bring anything, and they were beaten by Tang Jiuqian and shouted in pain, Tang Jiuqian accepted it when he saw it, walked over and stood in front of the leader, raised his foot, and kicked him in the face.

"Get out! Let me see you touch him again, and destroy you! Tang Jiuqian drank lowly.

He Zitang stood under the only street lamp in the alley, watching the boys flee.

Tang Jiuqian's hand hung down at his side, and he threw his stick on the ground, tilting his head to look at him.

He Zitang's throat tightened, and he just wanted to thank him, when his pupils suddenly shrank and he saw the girl fall down in front of him.

"Xuan Jiuqian!" He Zitang rushed over and helped the person up, "What's wrong with you?!" ”

Tang Jiuqian was about to faint in pain, and there was no trace of blood on her lips, "... Send, send me home..."

Fortunately, those boys didn't bring knives, otherwise they really couldn't beat them at this time.

He Zitang couldn't see the wound, "I'll take you to the hospital!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the person and ran out of the alley with Tang Jiuqian's schoolbag.

Tang Jiuqian said that he didn't need to go to the hospital, but his consciousness didn't listen to him, and he gradually fell into a coma.

.....

When she woke up, Tang Jiuqian was still in the emergency room of the hospital, He Zitang was sitting next to her and looking at her phone, and when she woke up, she hurriedly stood up, "How do you feel?" ”

Tang Jiuqian struggled to sit up, took a breath and shook his head, "It's okay, thank you, what time is it?" ”

"It's almost twelve o'clock, your mobile phone rang just now because your brother called, I took it and told him that you were in the hospital, he wanted to come over, I didn't let me, I sent you back." He Zitang said softly and handed the phone to Tang Jiuqian.

Tang Jiuqian nodded and made a call to Xuan Liang, Xuan Liang on the other end of the phone was in a hurry, and he was about to cry when he heard her voice.

"Okay, it's really fine, I'm going home now, you go to bed quickly." Tang Jiuqian comforted her younger brother in a soft voice.

He Zitang stood aside and silently looked at Tang Jiuqian's expression, slightly surprised in his heart.

For her brother, it's really good.

How can I say that the female devil also has a soft heart?

Hanging up the phone, Tang Jiuqian got off the hospital bed, her legs were weak and she almost fell, and she was held in her arms by He Zitang, "Uh, doctor, the doctor said you have to stay in bed, that.." I'll carry you. ”

Tang Jiuqian looked at him, his face was pale, and his hand was raised to block in front of the two of them, "No need, you can call me a car." ”

As he spoke, he picked up his schoolbag and walked out.

He Zitang's hand hung in the air, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him, took the schoolbag from the girl's hand and carried it on his shoulder, "I'll come." ”

Tang Jiuqian threw it casually, and was stopped by an older nurse when she passed by the nurse's table, "Hey, little girl, your medicine." ”

"This dysmenorrhea can't be sloppy, the consequences are very serious if you don't manage it well, remember to take medicine according to the doctor's instructions when you go back, and you must not eat raw and cold irritating things during menstruation, remember."

Tang Jiuqian's face was a little red, she grabbed the medicine box and hummed rudely, and hurriedly walked out.

Saying this in front of a guy is really, a little, I'm sorry!

He Zitang intimately took a few steps behind, followed him to the outside of the hospital, and sent people home.

"Medical expenses." Tang Jiuqian took out a few pieces of money from his wallet and handed them to He Zitang, his eyes not looking at him.

The wrist was gently pushed back, and the boy's usual gentle voice sounded, "No, I want to thank you." ”