Kill this woman, kill her now.
Dr. Jiang couldn't bear it anymore.
This woman brought him not only physical torture, but also mental trauma!
As soon as Dr. Jiang clenched the knife and stood up, Wang Qing had already taken the tissue and turned around.
As soon as he saw Dr. Jiang standing up from the sofa, Wang Qing hurried over, held his shoulders, and pushed him heavily onto the sofa.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be fine. You'd better rest well if you're injured."
With a muffled sound, Dr. Jiang was pushed back to the sofa by Wang Qing. At the same time, he felt pain in his right shoulder again.
His right hand couldn't use any strength, and the scalpel that was tightly held in his hand fell back to the depths of his pocket.
Wang Qing didn't notice at all. She grabbed a tissue and started to smear it on Dr. Jiang's face.
"Looking at the bleeding nose, it's better to stop the bleeding quickly. Doctor Jiang, do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Doctor Jiang dodged Wang Qing's movements while squeezing out two words from between his teeth: "No! Use it!"
Wang Qing said "Oh": "That's right, you are a doctor yourself."
Wang Qing skillfully tore the tissue open, rolled it into a small ball, and stuffed it into Dr. Jiang's nostrils.
Dr. Jiang's right shoulder was dislocated and he couldn't lift his hand to stop it.
"This should be able to stop the bleeding." Wang Qing looked at Dr. Jiang's miserable look and felt even deeper in her heart. She blamed herself, "It's all my fault. Dr. Jiang, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"
While talking, he couldn't help but look at Dr. Jiang's head.
I was afraid that I might get a concussion from someone else.
Dr. Jiang: "...haha."
Feeling the pain coming from my right shoulder, and the discomfort of having difficulty breathing due to the paper ball stuck in my nose,
Doctor Jiang confirmed that the woman in front of him was born to defeat him.
Oh, yes, there is also the principal. It was the old principal who called him here.
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.
At this moment, the door to the reception room was suddenly pushed open, and the principal appeared at the door.
"Wang, Ms. Wang."
The principal wiped the sweat from his forehead. This was just a drop in the bucket for him.
Wherever he walked, there was a long trail of wetness under his feet, all covered with sweat dripping from his body.
He seemed to have gained weight again, and his huge body was like a mountain of flesh, blocking the door of the reception room, unable to even squeeze in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." The principal's fat face had no expression, but his voice was full of apology and awe, "Ms. Wang, our Gaocai Middle School is very willing to cooperate with you. , I just don’t know what you want.”
The principal did not expect that even if he asked the school doctor to hold Ms. Wang back, he would not be able to successfully call the Education Bureau.
Perhaps Ms. Wang knew her plan from the beginning.
The reason why I was willing to call the Education Bureau was because I knew that I had no way to call the Education Bureau for help.
The principal could already think of how Ms. Wang was sitting in the reception room leisurely, holding a tea cup, leisurely waiting for him to bow to her when he was anxious like ants on a hot pot.
The principal thought about this, and the sweat on his forehead became even more.
Even though the fat has squeezed his eyes into narrow slits, the slight gaze that shines through the slits is filled with indescribable awe.
Of course, the principal was so focused on calling education that he didn't notice.
Directly above the teacher's office building, a huge "eye" floats like a balloon.
And the line connecting the "eyes" is exactly the long hair of the eyeless girl on the ground, which is as thick as seaweed. The black and white lace headband she used to hold up her hair had come apart, and her long hair was trailing to the ground.
Waiting for the principal to drag his body like a mountain of meat and leave the office with a sad face.
The housekeeper standing not far from Xue Tong smiled at Xue Tong and said, "Okay, we can go back."
Xue Tong didn't say a word, but the "eyes" in mid-air slowly disappeared. She took the hair tie and tied her hair back up, as if the eyes had shrunk and were hidden in her hair.
The smile on the butler's face became even wider.
It is worthy of being kept here by the Education Bureau for so long.
The strength was a bit stronger than he expected.
Sure enough, it was right to choose Wang Qing as the farmer. There is no more suitable farmer than her.
The housekeeper was about to take Xue Tong off the rooftop and return to the third floor to see Wang Qing, when suddenly a dark shadow flew in front of him.
"ma...mama..."
The "bird" that landed in front of the housekeeper flapped its wings twice and made a hoarse cry.
The dark feathers on its wings were broken and fell off a lot yesterday, but they have grown again today.
It's just that the festering wound still hasn't healed, and the new flesh and blood are always expanding at the same rate as the ulcer.
"ma...mama..."
The bright red blood vessels danced like snakes, and vague calls came from them.
The housekeeper suddenly felt a headache.
Looking at the thing in front of me, the unchanging smile on his face faded a bit, and his tone was a little helpless: "Didn't I let you stay alone first? Why did you fly here suddenly?"
"Bird" seemed a little shy and called twice.
Then he turned around, pointed his butt towards the butler, and raised his eyes.
With a "pop" sound, a pool of pink and fresh flesh was pulled out.
It was the same bunch from last night.
Last night, "Bird" wanted the housekeeper to feed the shit to Wang Qing.
Of course the butler refused.
Even if this thing is the flesh and blood of the God of flesh and blood, it is useless.
After all, he watched helplessly as it was pulled out as shit by this "bird".
"Bird" was a little disappointed. In the end, in order not to waste it, he lowered his head and ate the piece of flesh and blood he pulled out.
The housekeeper never thought that it would want to do it again the next day.
Once raw, twice cooked.
The bright red blood vessels on the "bird's" head danced happily.
He seemed to be urging the butler to quickly feed the fresh and warm flesh and blood to Wang Qing while it was still hot.
housekeeper:"……"
The butler took a look at the time and saw that it was indeed time for lunch.
He looked at the "bird" in front of him.
Will it have to come here every time it’s meal time?
"I will arrange a suitable lunch for Ms. Wang, and I will do the same for every meal in the future."
The butler looked at the "bird" calmly and said in a businesslike voice, but in a cold and ruthless voice,
"Ms. Wang will not be short of food intake, so you can leave with it."
"mama..."
Hearing the steward's callous words, "Bird" whined sadly, looking pitiful.
The butler looked at it with a smile and said nothing, expressing his attitude with silence.
In the end, the "bird" turned around, ate the flesh and blood it pulled out, and flew away from the rooftop with a flap of its wings.
The housekeeper then took Xue Tong downstairs.
When they appeared at the door of the reception room again, the housekeeper and Xue Tong each carried several lunch boxes in their hands.
