C2108 She Wasn't a Saint Nor Was She a Psychiatrist
C2108 She Wasn't a Saint Nor Was She a Psychiatrist
His wheelchair could actually go up the shorter steps, but because there was a sticker stuck on the axis below. So he tried several times but failed.
However, that was his blind angle, so he couldn't see it while sitting.
He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Di Xingluo was falling. His hands on the wheelchair couldn't help but tighten. His blood vessels became clear, and his back became stiff.
As expected, the footsteps stopped behind him in the next second. He realized something, and his back suddenly tightened.
He didn't turn around, but he could almost predict it. Someone would come over, and on the surface, they were kind, but in reality, they were laughing at him and asking if he wanted help.
And he didn't need it.
However, after two seconds, the people behind him didn't say anything.
Just as Zhai Xingchen was about to turn around, he heard the people behind him move.
Then, he saw a beautiful and slender hand. It was fair and slender, like a green onion.
That hand reached for the sticker on his wheelchair, and then used force. Half a minute later, the stuck place was opened.
There was motor oil on the wheelchair. Zhai Xingchen saw that when the hand was retracted, there was more dirt on it. The black dirt was very eye catching on the white hand.
He thought coldly. He did not ask for help. She was the one meddling in his business.
Behind him, the meddlesome person seemed to use a tissue to wipe his hand. Then, he held onto the handle of the wheelchair and pushed him up the stairs with a little force.
Gong Suhe pushed Zhai Xingchen to the back of the stairs and turned around. She nodded at him and went straight to the ladies' washroom to wash her hands.
From beginning to end, they did not communicate.
When Gong Suhe came out, Zhai Xingchen was already gone. It was unknown whether he was gone or still in the men's room.
But she remembered the look in his eyes just now.
It was cold and somewhat gloomy, but it was also clear and clear. It was very contradictory.
Gong Suhe shook the water droplets on her hands and walked straight out.
After junior high school, she and her mother Helian Qing had treated people before. It was also to train their medical skills and experience.
Gong Suhe understood that a person who had been ill for a long time would often affect their character because of health issues.
And obviously, Di Xingchen should belong to this kind of category.
Judging from the reactions of the students today, he had probably been isolated by everyone long ago. Perhaps it was the same situation at home. Thus, over time, this kind of personality was formed.
He was cold and gloomy, as if he was on guard against everyone. He did not accept any help from anyone. He even felt that this kind of help was even more embarrassing than ridicule.
Gong Suhe did not take this matter too seriously. She was not a saint, nor was she a psychologist. She could not save everyone.
Furthermore, taking ten thousand steps back, She had just seen that Zhai Xingchen's wheelchair and clothes were of good quality. His family background should be good, so he had probably found all the doctors he could find. Gong Suhe did not think that others could not treat his legs, but she could.
She passed through the school sports field and arrived at the school gate. Helian Qing had already arrived and Gong Suhe got in the car.
The mother and daughter chatted about the first day of class today and then began to discuss the medicinal herbs they wanted to see today.
Gong Suhe's life was very simple. She usually studied and studied medical skills. Sometimes, she would go with Gong Moyi to treat others. Time passed happily and enriched.
It was finally the day of military training.
Gong Suhe had already changed her clothes when she was at home. It was early autumn and the autumn tiger allowed Imperial City to maintain the high temperature of around 30 degrees Celsius during the day, so the military training clothes were all short sleeves and long pants.