The school doctor gave Lisa a simple auscultation, and finally nodded.
"It's really heat stroke, but it's not serious. In this way, you take off your military training jacket, let your body surface temperature drop, and rest here for a while."
As the school doctor said this, he walked outside the consulting room.
"I'll get you two boxes of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, and then remember to take it according to the instructions."
"Well, trouble you."
Lisa's head was still a little dizzy at the moment, and she had no objection, and she replied obediently, and was about to unbutton her camouflage jacket.
Just as soon as she raised her hand, there was a burst of pain in her palm, which made her breathe out uncontrollably.
She looked down at the open palm of her left hand.
The blood beads that were already a little dry were embellished at the position of the tiger's mouth, and the wound was lying on the already thin palm, so it seemed a bit hideous.
Lisa just remembered that she had hurt her palms and knees when she fell down. It was just that Jungkook was carried all the way to the infirmary. She was ashamed and even forgotten the pain.
Thinking of this, Lisa deliberately gave Jungkook a secret glance.
It's just that when she looked up here, she happened to collide with that person's sight—
Jungkook was staring at her **** palm, his face sank, and the heroic eyebrows were also twisted.
Seeing the other person's look, Lisa somehow felt that a child who had caused trouble saw his parents—want to shrink herself into a ball and slip past quietly under this person's eyelids.
Before Lisa could come up with any response, she saw Jungkook standing in front of her with a calm face.
The boy leaned down, frowned, and stared at the wound on her palm.
After a few seconds, his thin lips opened and closed:
"Does it hurt?"
"...what?"
Originally thought that there must be some reprimand after that gloomy expression, Lisa persuaded a lot without even considering the issue of position.
The result was beyond her expectation. The export was actually these two words, and the other party's tone slowed down a bit.
As if afraid that a heavier voice would make her more painful.
Lisa hesitated, then shook her head slowly.
"It doesn't hurt."
It doesn't hurt...
Lisa lowered her eyes wiltingly.
"Thank you senior, I'm much better. I'll do it all by myself later, so I won't bother seniors."
"..."
I saw the little rabbit near my mouth slouch and jump out so far, and also put on the appearance of "fearing to avoid it." Although I knew that I was stunned and self-conscious at first, Jungkook still felt itchy.
In addition to the itchiness, there is also a bit of inexplicable irritability.
He stood up, brought the medical case from the shelf next to him, and his eyes darkened unconsciously.
When he walked to Lisa, he stood still, the boy's thin lips slightly raised.
"—What did you just call me?"
"..."
This question inexplicably made Lisa feel a little dangerous.
She thought for two seconds, still speaking obediently.
"Thank you senior."
Jungkook squinted slightly.
...It's clever, and will use words to stop him.
Jungkook opened the medical box and took out the cotton swab and the iodophor inside. Then he pulled aside the medical cart by the way, twisted the iodophor bottle in his hand, and opened and used it with the same skill.
This set of actions went smoothly and smoothly, and it was obviously very familiar, and Lisa couldn't help but see from the sidelines.
Somehow, she remembered the Jungkook that she was not familiar with at all she saw in the mixed martial arts arena a few days ago, and what her grandma had said about his family before.
It seems that there is some soft thorn stuck in the heart, which is not painful, but inexplicably makes people feel the slight sour discomfort.
Lisa frowned, her delicate and beautiful face stretched unconsciously.
And until everything on the medical cart at hand was spread out, Jungkook stretched out his right hand and held Lisa's wrist.
Lisa stayed, and when she recovered, she instinctively wanted to break away:
"Senior..."
"'Senior'?"
However, Jungkook leaned down and stopped with this movement, and then his eyes were suddenly lifted, his black eyes gleaming slightly under the slender and thick eyelashes—
"You didn't call me that before."
With the voice, the thin lips slowly picked up, and a little smile was reflected in the boy's dark eyes.
Lisa stared at the people close at hand, startled.
She had to admit that excluding all the things related to character and conduct, the person in front of her had to be considered the best-looking person even among all the good-looking people she had seen.
Even at such a close distance, she still couldn't find the slightest flaw on his face.
As if every arc is a perfect masterpiece, it makes people wonder why someone is so genetically biased.
"Hi..."
Lisa gasped suddenly, her thoughts were immediately pulled back, she instinctively looked in the direction of the pain.
Small sand grains were gently wiped away from the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, and a slight tingling pain was passed back to the brain from the wound.
It wasn't until the pain that Lisa suddenly reacted.
—
She just stared at a boy's face and lost her soul. She didn't even notice when the other party lowered his head to treat her wounds.
"..."
Lisa's cheeks became hot afterwards.
Jungkook seemed to ignore it, holding her left wrist with his eyes down, applying the medicine seriously.
When the wound was almost treated and the cotton swab was replaced with the last one, he smiled lazily and raised his eyes.
"Don't call me senior in the future."
Lisa didn't react, and asked instinctively: "Why?"
Jungkook's eyes deepened.
But he didn't answer, and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.
It has been half an hour since he took her away. At the speed of those people, this time is almost the same...
Jungkook straightened up, packed up the medicines and cotton swabs on the medical cart, and finally covered the medical box and returned to the original place.
"You take a good rest here and leave school at noon. I will ask for leave for you over the military training."
Lisa hesitated when she heard the words, and when she raised her eyes again, she found that the man was almost out of the consulting room.
She nodded.
"Thank you for learning—"
The word "long" had not yet been spoken, and Lisa choked with the sudden glance.
She bowed her head with a guilty conscience, bulging her cheeks a little innocently.
And Jungkook, who was standing at the entrance of the clinic, slowly retracted his eyes from the girl, his eyes flashing.
Then he stepped on his long legs and walked out, closing the door of the consulting room behind him.
When the last door cracked, a whispered smile flew in from outside.
—
"Because I don't want to be your senior."
With a "pop", the door closed.
"..."
Inside the room, Lisa glanced ignorantly at the closed door, then lowered her head to look at the palm of her hand.
Then she wrinkled her face and fell into a new round of doubts.
...
When Jungkook returned to the training area, while still far away, he saw a few instructors and dean Sun Xing standing together.
There were two people in the instructor, and their faces were pale as soon as their eyes touched his figure.
Jungkook walked over with his trouser pockets in, even though the unkind gazes that the instructors saw were almost substantive, the lazy smile on his face did not change at all.
It happened to be a break time. The high school students in the rest area saw that there was a good show to start, their waists were not sore, and their legs were no longer painful. The boys didn't shout tired and the girls didn't shout, they kept their sights one by one. Look here.
At this time, Sun Xing also caught a glimpse of Jungkook's figure, and his brows immediately wrinkled.
He turned around a few steps and walked quickly to the boy.
"Jungkook, why did you and the instructor also start hands?"
"..."
Jungkook curled his thin lips with a smile, and his gaze swept across the instructors, with a sharp light in his black eyes.
After a few seconds, he took his gaze back unhurriedly, and returned to the old look of laziness with a smile.
"Director Sun, it was not me who did it first..."
Sun Xing frowned, thought about it, or said: "But you are a student after all. They are the instructors hired outside the school, and they are also your mentors in name. Anyway, you shouldn't do things with your mentors, right?"
"tutor?"
Jungkook chuckled, unclearly, "They are indeed first-year instructors, but they have nothing to do with me, teachers, students, or superiors. I am not their soldier, so naturally I won't give them the right to discipline me."
Sun Xinggang wanted to argue again, when he heard a hearty laughter sounded behind him.
"You are right, you are indeed not our soldier."
When Sun Xing heard the voice, he turned around hurriedly.
"Oh, Lieutenant Colonel Wang, why are you here in person?"
The middle-aged man who walked over waved his hand and said with a smile: "The soldiers under his hand who claim to be carefully selected have all let a student down. Can I still sit still?"
As he said, he didn't explain much, and turned directly to Jungkook, his eyes stunned, his dignity introverted.
"Are you Jungkook?"
This meaningful "is" makes Jungkook's eyes cold.
He raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes met.
Within a few seconds, Jungkook got the answer he wanted.
At this point, the last hint of a smile on his face also cooled down.
"...I accept all criticisms or stay in school for inspection."
Jungkook's voice quietly put down the words, and turned around to leave.
Obviously, he didn't want to get along with that Lieutenant Colonel Wang for one more second.
Sun Xing looked embarrassed behind, and his smile turned to the middle-aged man beside him with difficulty:
"Lieutenant Colonel Wang, don't be surprised, this kid has this character."
"It's no surprise to me!"
The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and shook his head. "Jeon's family, this kid is not the most arrogant. — I've seen the mader one. What's so strange about this?"
Although Sun Xing was puzzled, he knew that he couldn't ask more, so he just responded repeatedly.
Originally, both of them were about to turn around and return to the training area, but what Cheng wanted to raise their heads again, the one who just turned around and left is back again—
"Forgot something."
Jungkook returned and stood still a few meters away from the two of them. He looked at Sun Xing.
"The girl I took away before, ask her for a vacation. The school hospital diagnoses heatstroke. If necessary, Director Sun can directly check the records."
Sun Xing hadn't spoken yet, the man beside him smiled.
"I heard that you did it with my two instructors just for that girl?"
Sun Xing looked surprised, apparently unaware of this matter, followed the man's voice and looked at Jungkook.
"..."
Jungkook's sword frowned slightly.
Yixing would never explain, but if he doesn't explain at this time, Sun Xing will inevitably disturb Lisa...
Thinking of this, Jungkook glanced at the Lieutenant Colonel Wang with cold eyes.
"has a problem?"
Lieutenant Colonel Wang still smiled, "No problem. But what is your relationship with that girl?"
Jungkook's eyes flashed.
"It's ok."
The one who spoke this time became Sun Xing, and his expression was extremely puzzled and blamed—
"Then why are you doing something with the two instructors because of her?"
"..."
Hearing this, the boy's thin lips lifted, and two amber-like pupils flowed in ink.
"Be helpful, can't you?"
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Jungkook: Protect your wife, can't you? ?