It was a message from the Assistant Dean.
Of course, it is estimated that it is only a layer of skin.
Because of this tone, it is familiar and disgusting.
— Do you feel tired of facing these civilians
— You don’t want to treat so many people, do you
—I also think that an excellent spiritual healer like Jiang can have more choices.
He sent a message hypocritically, as if sympathizing with Qiuqiu's experience.
[You arranged it?]
— Arrange for a well-known sanitarium at random? I can't do it.
But contrary to his message, he did.
Such a huge organization is like his one-word hall.
Zhao Xun is like a man trying his best to show off his 12-pack abs on the stage. He thinks he is charismatic and shows off his rights to Qiuqiu.
But Qiuqiu only felt her teeth were cold.
She has glimpsed the whole society from a corner. From Q3 to now, the nobles don't feel shameful in showing off their power and changing the rules at will. On the contrary, they think it is a sign of "superior" and take pride in it.
A corrupt collective is so stinky.
Qiuqiu didn't reply, but Zhao Xun didn't stop either.
He was still saying in a playful tone: It’s not good to go back so angry, I still have to graduate with the credits here.
You won't just go back to school like this, will you? Young people need to be more resilient.
However, being weeds in the wild is really tiring. If you are willing to grow in a greenhouse, I believe there will be someone willing to water you and shelter you from the wind and rain.
Sometimes the opportunity to choose is important, isn't it
Qiuqiu felt disgusted, so Qiuqiu stood up.
She moved, and Mo Si on the other side naturally noticed, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
How to feel angry.
"I have something to do, when will you arrive?"
"Soon." Mo Si glanced at the navigation, "About an hour."
"Okay, then I'll wait outside the door later, and we'll leave when you come."
As Qiuqiu said, she took off her white coat, temporarily turned off the communication, and pushed open the door of the dormitory.
She went straight to the treatment building.
Not surprisingly, the dog skin plaster was still in the office, and he was sitting on the chair she had sat in, with his feet up, maybe he was looking at the treatment plan, maybe he was smiling at the table.
When Qiuqiu opened the door, he raised his head when he heard the voice, with an undisguised smile on his face.
"Still come back?"
"You are not a healing professional, why can you come here as an assistant?"
Zhao Xun raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.
"It's not allowed to be exchanged, what did you do?"
Qiuqiu asked one question after another, Zhao Xun didn't reply, but his expression was enough to explain everything.
Oh, that's him.
Such a man who is 'electric and brilliant'.
Jiang Qiuqiu slammed the door shut, "Do you think I can't do anything about you?"
Maybe it was because her expression was too cold, maybe it was because the action of closing the door made Zhao Xun feel the danger, or maybe the man suddenly remembered that she was not only a spiritual healer, but also a mecha soldier, so Zhao Xun panicked a little.
He frowned, and stepped back slightly, "You don't mean to hit someone, do you?"
"As a... you hit someone and you're done!"
He is stern and soft-hearted.
Qiuqiu chuckled lightly, "What are you talking about, Your Highness, I have no strength to restrain a chicken, how could I beat someone."
Do you need to hit someone to teach someone a lesson
unnecessary.
Just take a few steps forward, hold his head, and push him against the table.
At first, Zhao Xun would struggle desperately, but his rank is not high, and he is used to being pampered, so how could he be better than Qiuqiu.