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She took a paper towel from the table bucket, dipped some water and wiped the blood on the back of her hand, so she didn't take care of it any more. She planned to go to the school clinic after class to deal with it.
Meng Yu looks at her hasty movement, the brow Cu of deeper.
He got up, walked around the classroom, borrowed sterile gauze and alcohol swab, and put them directly in front of her.
Qiao Yanran took the alcohol cotton swab, because a hand bandage wound, quite inconvenient.
Meng Yu looked at her clumsy, pulled her hand over, opened an independently packaged alcohol swab, and gently wiped the wound.
Qiao Yanran feels the tingling sensation from the wound, frowns slightly, and subconsciously draws her hand back.
She is so struggling, fresh blood more happy.
"Don't move!"
Aware of her movements, Meng Yu reaches for her wrist, cleans up the blood around the wound again, wraps it up with sterile gauze, and finally makes a beautiful bow.
He released his hand and gave the rest of the gauze back to one of his classmates.
Students a little confused, "cotton swab?"
"Yes."
Classmate: --
He used 18 alcohol swabs?! A total of only such a big wound, your mother used 18 alcohol swabs?
Meng Yu took out a fifty yuan from his arms and handed it to him.
The classmate Meizizi took the money and silently marked Meng Yu as a local tyrant.
The math teacher came in, patted the blackboard with the eraser, opened the math book, nodded to her satisfaction and motioned her to sit down.
Meng Yu side head saw a Qiao Yan Ran, the facial expression on the face is dark and unclear.
He thought that Wang An would be the same as him. He didn't know when he asked.
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She took a paper towel from the table bucket, dipped some water and wiped the blood on the back of her hand, so she didn't take care of it any more. She planned to go to the school clinic after class to deal with it.
Meng Yu looks at her hasty movement, the brow Cu of deeper.
He got up, walked around the classroom, borrowed sterile gauze and alcohol swab, and put them directly in front of her.
Qiao Yanran took the alcohol cotton swab, because a hand bandage wound, quite inconvenient.
Meng Yu looked at her clumsy, pulled her hand over, opened an independently packaged alcohol swab, and gently wiped the wound.
Qiao Yanran feels the tingling sensation from the wound, frowns slightly, and subconsciously draws her hand back.
She is so struggling, fresh blood more happy.
"Don't move!"
Aware of her movements, Meng Yu reaches for her wrist, cleans up the blood around the wound again, wraps it up with sterile gauze, and finally makes a beautiful bow.
He released his hand and gave the rest of the gauze back to one of his classmates.
Students a little confused, "cotton swab?"
"Yes."
Classmate: --
He used 18 alcohol swabs?! A total of only such a big wound, your mother used 18 alcohol swabs?
Meng Yu took out a fifty yuan from his arms and handed it to him.
The classmate Meizizi took the money and silently marked Meng Yu as a local tyrant.
The math teacher came in, patted the blackboard with the eraser, opened the math book, nodded to her satisfaction and motioned her to sit down.
Meng Yu side head saw a Qiao Yan Ran, the facial expression on the face is dark and unclear.
He thought that Wang An would be the same as him. He didn't know when he asked.
She took a paper towel from the table bucket, dipped some water and wiped the blood on the back of her hand, so she didn't take care of it any more. She planned to go to the school clinic after class to deal with it. Meng Yu looks at her hasty movement, the brow Cu of deeper. He got up, walked around the classroom, borrowed sterile gauze and alcohol swab, and put them directly in front of her. Qiao Yanran took the alcohol cotton swab, because a hand bandage wound, quite inconvenient. Meng Yu looked at her clumsy, pulled her hand over, opened an independently packaged alcohol swab, and gently wiped the wound. Qiao Yanran feels the tingling sensation from the wound, frowns slightly, and subconsciously draws her hand back. She is so struggling, fresh blood more happy. "Don't move!" Aware of her movements, Meng Yu reaches for her wrist, cleans up the blood around the wound again, wraps it up with sterile gauze, and finally makes a beautiful bow. He released his hand and gave the rest of the gauze back to one of his classmates. Students a little confused, "cotton swab?" "Yes." Classmate: -- He used 18 alcohol swabs?! A total of only such a big wound, your mother used 18 alcohol swabs? Meng Yu took out a fifty yuan from his arms and handed it to him. The classmate Meizizi took the money and silently marked Meng Yu as a local tyrant. The math teacher came in, patted the blackboard with the eraser, opened the math book, nodded to her satisfaction and motioned her to sit down. Meng Yu side head saw a Qiao Yan Ran, the facial expression on the face is dark and unclear. He thought that Wang An would be the same as him. He didn't know when he asked.
