It hurts so much!
Meng Tang curled up and lay on his side on the seat, his fingers were trembling, and the blood had soaked the bandage.
Oh shit, Wei Chuan couldn't bear to look directly at him and made a phone call in a hurry.
It took five or six rings before the other side answered.
"Auntie, have you got off work? I'll send someone over, my classmate is injured."
The other side asked which department it was from and where the injury was.
Wei Chuan immediately replied: "It's a sculpture, the wound is in the tiger's mouth, and blood has already seeped out of the gauze."
After hanging up the phone, he took the time to look at Meng Tang and saw that she was crying and shaking, so he could only speed up.
Five minutes later, Wei Chuan parked his car under the emergency building.
Meng Tang put his hands away and let the blood drip on himself so as not to stain Wei Chuan's car.
Wei Chuan opened the passenger door and stretched out his hand towards her: "Slow down."
Meng Tang held it with his right hand and stepped on the off-road pedal.
She was weak and weak, and even her lips were pale, as if she had lost too much blood.
The moment he stood up, Meng Tang's vision began to blur, his head felt dizzy, and his heart suddenly panicked.
"I...I feel so uncomfortable."
After she squeezed out a light sentence from the gap between her lips, her whole body fell.
魏川一把抱住她，心里也跟着发慌：「孟棠？孟棠？」
卧槽，别真的不行了吧？
Wei Chuan didn't dare to delay. He rushed straight to the emergency room door with the person in his arms, shouting "help" all the way.
Meng Tang's nose was filled with a refreshing mint fragrance, which was the smell of Wei Chuan's body.
It smelled fresh and cold, and it smelled very good. She sniffed her nose subconsciously, causing Wei Chuan to tremble.
Wei Mingzhu was startled by her eldest nephew and hurriedly stepped forward to signal him to put him down.
Wei Chuan did not want to delay his aunt's work, so he waited aside, the soft breath on his neck lingering for a long time.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a nurse came over and told him: "Don't worry, she's suffering from hypoglycemia. She's already awake and Dr. Wei is treating her wound."
Wei Chuan stiffened and nodded.
Twenty minutes have passed since the wound was treated.
Meng Tang thanked him, but his face was still pale.
"If it were three millimeters deeper, the tendon would be injured." Wei Mingzhu said, "The sutures will be removed in seven days, and the first three days must be changed. Do not touch the water."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Wei Mingzhu laughed: "Go ahead."
Meng Tang stood up and saw Wei Chuan on the chair at the door.
Just when I was thinking about inviting someone to dinner, I realized that I didn’t even bring my mobile phone with me.
Wei Chuan saw the person, stood up and walked over, saying, "Wait for me for a while, I'll go and talk to my aunt."
Meng Tang nodded.
Today is really troublesome.
After Wei Chuan came out, Meng Tang said to him embarrassedly: "I didn't bring my mobile phone with me. I'll treat you to dinner next time, okay?" Excuse me, I'll go back to get my phone and buy something."
"You just had low blood sugar," Wei Chuan said, "You have to eat if you want to walk back."
Meng Tang didn't eat in the morning, and she was really hungry now, but Wei Chuan was too much trouble, and she didn't know what to say.
"We can be considered friends." Wei Chuan laughed, "Why are you so polite?"
"Okay." Being respectful is worse than obeying orders, "I'll invite you back next time."
"Okay."
The hospital is connected to the school, and there are many places to eat nearby. Meng Tang pointed to the wonton shop: "Is that okay?"
Meng Tang slowly let the wontons cool and said, "Your ornaments may have to wait a little longer."
Wei Chuan: "It's okay, do you often get injured in this major?"
Meng Tang said, "It's okay to be a major, but I've been learning wood carving from my grandfather since I was a child, so injuries are inevitable."
Wei Chuan glanced at Meng Tang's hands. The joints were protruding and there were many calluses, unlike a girl's hands.
Meng Tang subconsciously drew back, knowing that her hands were ugly.
But if you hold the knife for a long time, it will not be smooth and tender.
“You’re a girl, why do you want to learn wood carving?” Wei Chuan was a little curious.
"There is no one in the family, just me and grandpa." Meng Tang said, "I don't want his craftsmanship to have no successors."
Mengtang chatted with him while eating. After the meal, she insisted not to let Wei Chuan deliver it.
When she saw Wei Chuan driving out, he must have something to do, so she couldn't delay him any longer.
Going to the studio to get his cell phone, Meng Tang turned around and returned to the dormitory.
There is no one in the dormitory, and the Oil Painting Department has two classes in the afternoon.
Meng Tang raised his hands and spent two hours longer than usual before he could barely wash away the smell of blood and sweat.
There were blood stains on the clothes, and she couldn't wash them, so she didn't want to take them.
Just after throwing it away, the door of the bedroom was pushed open.
Xie Lingyin washed her hands and said, "Why didn't you wait for us to come back and help you take a bath?"
Meng Tang: "..."
She was so sick that she didn't want anyone to help her take a bath.
She looked at Xie Lingyin in the mirror. She had a delicate and lovely appearance and a cheerful and generous personality. It was no wonder that Wei Chuan liked him.
Shi Lan and Yang Ke entered the dormitory and were shocked to learn that Meng Tang's hand was injured.
"What about basketball class on Thursday? The perverted assistant will not let you go, right?"
Meng Tang's hands are particularly important. She said to Shi Lan: "I will have class with you on Thursday afternoon. I will ask the teacher for leave then, what can the assistant say."
Shi Lan thought about it, but on Thursday, unfortunately, the PE teacher rear-ended her.
Teaching assistant Wang Jue will temporarily take over for the two classes.
Seeing Meng Tang's tightly wrapped hand, Wang Jue's face was expressionless and he asked, "What's wrong with the hand?"
Meng Tang didn't want to see him, so he replied coldly: "It's injured."
Wang Jue sneered: "Injured?"
Meng Tang frowned: "Yes."
Wang Jue stretched out his hand, and Meng Tang subconsciously ducked back: "What?"
< br/> Wang Jue: "Let me see if it's true."
"I don't need to lie," Meng Tang hid her hands. The stitches would be removed tomorrow. Wang Jue's character was not guaranteed, so she didn't dare to show it to him rashly.
Wang Jue glanced at Meng Tang: "Then you go to the playground and run five laps first. We can't all practice while you watch."
"Are you sick?" Shi Lan couldn't bear it anymore. "She injured her hand and the stitches will be removed tomorrow. If she falls while running and causes secondary damage to the wound, are you responsible?"
Wang Jue's expression changed and he threw the basketball: "Are you from the Academy of Fine Arts so delicate? Can you throw it while running?" A teaching assistant, you are so arrogant in class, are we all girls easy to bully?"
"That's right."
Other girls agreed, but their voices were very low.
Wang Jue was pointed at and scolded by a girl, his face was shattered, and he threatened: "If you don't accept it, get out, and you will bear the consequences."
Meng Tang pulled Shi Lan and looked directly at Wang Jue: "Don't go too far, I came to the teacher to ask for leave -"
"If you don't want to go to class, get out." Wang Jue interrupted Meng Tang.
"Get out of here if you don't want to go to class? Who do you think you are?"
Mengtang heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Wei Chuan. Behind him were two other boys, boys from the school team.