Tao Li wore a white coat and a black stethoscope around his neck, and hurried out the door with big strides.

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhang Fan on Song Chunmei's back, and hurriedly said, "Teacher, quickly, you can quickly put him on the bed in my infirmary." ”

Hearing this, Song Chunmei carried Zhang Fan into the infirmary and put him on the bed covered with white sheets in the middle of the infirmary.

Tao Li hurriedly touched Zhang Fan's pulse and found that his pulse was very stable, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

And Zhang Fan is still the same as in the classroom, with his eyes closed tightly, his limbs slightly curled up, and he seems to be completely unaware of the external environment.

Tao Li patted him on the shoulder a little harder, but there was no response.

"How so? Look at the breathing and heartbeat are not stable! Tao Li was confused for a moment.

"Teacher Song, what's the matter with this kid? How did it get like this? Tao Li was anxious in his heart, the situation in front of him was a bit tricky, he had never encountered it in such a short practice career.

Song Chunmei gasped for breath, calmed her breathing a little, and then said slowly: "This child was accidentally touched in the head in the classroom, Dr. Tao, you hurry up and take a look, if not, we will send it to the hospital quickly, but we can't delay the child's condition." ”

"Bumped your head?" Tao Li touched Zhang Fan's head, but found no swollen place, and no obvious bleeding spots.

However, he also noticed the two deep red marks on Zhang Fan's face, and said, "Got into a fight with your classmates?" ”

A trace of hesitation flashed in the corner of Song Chunmei's eyes when she heard this, and she said slowly: "En." ”

Before the matter was completely figured out, Song Chunmei decided not to make any extraneous branches. It's big news that a teacher beats a student into a coma, and it's hard to say how many people will be disciplined or quit because of this, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Tao Li couldn't make up his mind for a while, and then took the stethoscope and pulled it twice on Zhang Fan's chest, and he couldn't say why after listening for a long time.

"Teacher Song, let's go to the county hospital, at present, he does not have some advanced examination equipment, and it is difficult for me to draw conclusions for a while."

Tao Li thought in his heart for a few minutes, with Zhang Fan's current state, he really had no way to deal with it, if he delayed his condition, he would have to bear a big responsibility, and sending Zhang Fan directly to the hospital was undoubtedly the best choice.

Song Chunmei pondered for a while, she more or less knew Tao Li's level of medical practice, and she was not surprised by his suggestion, if he really gave a treatment plan, maybe she would have to consider it.

Zhang Fan was lying on the bed in the infirmary and could clearly hear the conversation between the two of them, he had long expected that this young doctor would not be able to see his current true condition, which made him continue to pretend to be sick without fear.

"To the hospital?" Zhang Fan was a little hesitant in his heart, he originally just wanted to give Ma Yan a dismissal in the school, so that the school would pay attention to the teacher's beating.

But if you just go to the hospital, there will always be some trouble. He wasn't worried that his pretending illness would be revealed, but it was not easy for him to explain it to the principal Zhuang Zhou, after all, there was such an incident during his tenure, which would definitely have a big impact on his resume.

However, if he goes to the hospital like this, even if Ma Yan will not be dealt with by the upper echelons of the school, it will be difficult for him to continue to teach in the school.

So, will the incident of Ma Yan's beating not happen two years later?

Won't the tragedy be repeated?

Zhang Fan's eyes slowly became clear, since some things have been done, then there is no turning back!

After the rainstorm, the air was mixed with the comfort of the rainy weather, and the bell rang for the end of class, and the calm campus was filled with laughter and laughter.

At this time, after the students of Class 19 handed in the math test papers, Ma Yan slammed the door with a handful of test papers.

As soon as Ma Yan walked out of the classroom, everyone suddenly exploded like a pot, gathering in groups of three or five to discuss the matter of Zhang Fan and Ma Yan.

And only Zhang Mengmeng and Wen Xiaotong stayed in their seats silently, as if the noisy classroom and them were two different worlds.

Zhang Mengmeng stared out of the window with blank eyes, watching the remaining rain stains on the glass window gather into a note and slowly slide down along the crack of the window.

The sky baptized by the heavy rain was as blue as the deep sea, Zhang Mengmeng took a deep look at the sky outside the window, breathed a long sigh of relief, and turned to look at the empty seat next to him, the scenes of Zhang Fan and Ma Yan's class kept playing back in Zhang Mengmeng's mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Mengmeng seemed to think of something, looked back at the back row of the classroom, and found that a group of people had already gathered in that seat.

As soon as class ended, there was a circle of people around Xiao Hong's seat, and the classmates who were usually familiar with him, or those who were not very familiar with him, all gathered around with the idea of watching a play.

Xiao Hong is usually very low-key, with ordinary appearance, medium grades, and ordinary family, most people forget that there is still this person in the class, and even except for Zhang Mengmeng, the class leader, almost no other girls know Xiao Hong.

But after what happened this morning, the students of the ninth class of junior high school seemed to have discovered a new world, and the eyes of many girls involuntarily looked at Xiao Hong.

"Hey, Xiao Hong, I don't usually find out, I didn't expect you to be so bold and dare to talk back to Teacher Ma." A group of students in the ninth class of junior high school did not have any scruples, and stepped forward one by one to ask.

"Tsk, I heard that the second-year junior high school students said that Mr. Ma is famous for beating people in school."

"I ...... I ......" Xiao Hong sat in his seat, looking at the classmates around him, a little at a loss.

He is introverted and doesn't like to talk, and the only few classmates he is familiar with are still his front and back rows.

Seeing that Xiao Hong didn't speak, a few trouble-loving male classmates in the ninth class of junior high school asked more enthusiastically.

"Hey, Xiao Hong, you shouldn't really have zero points in math, right?"

Many of the students around me secretly laughed, and it was very embarrassing for a zero score to appear on the report card.

The junior high school students are not very good at hiding their feelings, and several boys laugh without hesitation on the sidelines.

Xiao Hong's little face turned red, his face was very ugly, his hands clenched his fists under the desk, and his little head was about to be buried in his neck.

Huaxia students are naturally sensitive to academic performance and pay more attention to exam scores, and Xiao Hong is no exception.

"Oh, I think I've heard that the school will give you a scholarship based on your academic performance."

"And what's going on? Why haven't I heard of it? ”

"But I think even if Xiao Hong doesn't have zero points, he won't be able to get this scholarship, haha."

When it comes to money, junior high school students are interested.

They all left Xiao Hong's seat and surrounded the classmate who knew the latest "scholarship" information.