Unparalleled Crazy Young System

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't hurry up and help Teacher Ye up." An old teacher hurriedly shouted.

"Yes, yes. Hurry up and get the gauze."

All of a sudden, a group of people began to busy around Ye Hao.

But they are teachers after all, how can they do this kind of thing.

"Don't worry about it, everyone. President Wu, please go to the school infirmary and give me some gauze and medical alcohol." Ye Hao smiled lightly, holding his palm.

"Okay, okay. I'm going to get it now." Principal Wu ran all the roads he could run in the past month today.

"Xiaoting. How could you be so impulsive just now."

"Yeah. Look at what Ye Hao is made of now."

"Ye Hao is your student, how can you go and look at the blood. Oh... my head is a little dizzy."

At this moment, everyone's accusation began to face Zhao Yanting.

And Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao guiltily. She opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, so she could only lower her head in a daze.

"Okay. Don't talk about Teacher Zhao. Just now, Teacher Zhao was too worried about Mr. Yang. And I didn't make it clear and I was responsible. In fact, I did some research in medicine." Ye Hao said with a smile.

The teachers didn't say anything, but there was still blame in the eyes looking at Zhao Yanting.

"Okay. Teachers, our class is over. I think you should go outside first. Everyone surrounds me, but it makes me a little bit of breath." Ye Hao broke the atmosphere with a smile.

The teachers also left the large classroom after saying some things of concern.

In the end, only Ye Hao, Zhao Yanting, and the middle-aged man were left.

"Old Yang asked me to stay and watch these. I can't go now." The middle-aged man looked at Ye Hao apologetically.

"It's okay." Ye Hao slowly tried to stand up, but perhaps because he stood for a day without much rest, coupled with the need for a needle and the current blood loss, his body was a little weak, and his body suddenly fell to the side.

"Be careful."

However, the feeling of hitting the ground did not come, but a soft warmth like cotton candy.

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting who was supporting him, her arm was leaning against the canyon.

But at this time, Zhao Yanting's heart was occupied by guilt, so she didn't care much about it.

"You... don't move."

"It's okay. Let's sit down below." Ye Hao pointed to the chair in the classroom.

"Okay, slow down. I will support you." Zhao Yanting carefully supported Ye Hao, her body touching Ye Hao without distance.

Ye Hao can be regarded as enjoying the feeling of flying right now. That kind of touch makes him feel that his soul is about to be sublimated, and he even feels that his needle is worth it! "Ye Hao, Ye Hao."

The call in his ear awakened Ye Hao from his "sweet dreams" when he was already sitting in the middle seat of the large classroom.

Zhao Yanting on the side was looking at herself anxiously.

"I'm okay, it's okay." Ye Hao returned to his senses and assumed a normal appearance.

"Just... I'm really sorry. I... I was..." Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao guiltily.

"It's okay. It's just a small injury. I will pull out the needle first." Ye Hao looked at the needle pierced into his palm. He grabbed the exposed part of the needle with his left hand and slowly pulled the needle out of it. .

The process of pulling out inevitably brought some pain, and Ye Hao frowned slightly.

And Zhao Yanting on the side dared not to watch such a "bloody" scene.

"Ye Hao, I brought you things." Principal Wu ran back with a box of things, looking worriedly at Ye Hao's still bleeding palm.

Ye Hao is now regarded as a treasure by him.

"Should you go to the hospital for a look?" President Wu asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself. Principal Wu, please go entertain those teachers, after all, it's already so late." Ye Hao shook his head and said.

"Then... Then, Teacher Zhao, you are optimistic about Ye Hao." Principal Wu instructed Zhao Yanting, and walked back to the outside in three steps to arrange those teachers.

"What are we going to do now, your blood is flowing faster and faster!" Zhao Yanting looked at the needle that was taken out, covered with blood.

When I thought that it was because of her own push that the needle pierced into Ye Hao's palm, her heart began to feel uncomfortable again.

"It's okay. I'll just treat the wound. You take out the medical alcohol and disinfect the wound first." Ye Hao took a deep breath and began to prepare for his wound treatment according to the medical knowledge in his brain.

"Okay... OK." Zhao Yanting rummaged in the box for a while and took out a bottle of medical alcohol.

In fact, directly disinfecting the wound with medical alcohol is not the best choice for wound treatment, but it is the simplest, easiest and most convenient choice.

Ye Hao stretched his right hand to the empty place beside him: "Pour alcohol on my wound."

"Fell directly?" Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao a little worried.

"Yes, just pour it down." Ye Hao nodded, then picked up a towel next to it and bit it in his mouth.

Zhao Yanting poured the alcohol on Ye Hao's palm according to Ye Hao's instructions.

A burning pain came from the palm of his hand.

There was sweat on Ye Hao's forehead, and his face was much paler than usual.

I go, this method is too painful!

After about ten seconds, I don't know if the alcohol had an effect, and the bleeding rate of the wound began to slow down.

"Look to see if there are silver needles in the box." Ye Hao spit out the towel from his mouth and whispered.

"Oh." Zhao Yanting immediately found a silver needle bag from the box.

"Use alcohol to disinfect these silver needles."

"Ok."

Ye Hao took the sterilized silver needle and inserted it on the arm of his right hand.

After three silver needles.

The wound on the palm of his hand finally did not bleed at all.

"Sister Ting. Help me clean my wound with a towel." Ye Hao's breathing was a bit heavy.

"Okay." Zhao Yanting picked up the towel and carefully wiped off the liquid on Ye Hao's palm. She looked at Ye Hao and said guiltily: "It hurts."

"It hurts. Of course it hurts." Ye Hao said with a smile.

Zhao Yanting lowered her head; "I'm sorry."

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting's appearance of a little girl who had made a mistake, and pity rose in his heart.

After all, before Zhao Yanting was just worried about Yang Lao.

Ye Hao's mouth evoked some evil smiles, he leaned forward, leaning against Zhao Yanting's ear and whispered: "Then how can Sister Ting compensate me?"

"You can compensate as much as you want." Zhao Yanting, who was ashamed in her heart, spit out these words subconsciously. Ye Hao's eyes lit up, and he said softly: "Then I want you..."