At the moment, Zhai Xingchen has worked hard several times.

In fact, his wheelchair could go up the lower steps, but because there was a patch stuck on the lower axle, he tried several times without success.

But there was a dead angle of his view, and he could not see it when he sat down.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Zhai Xingchen's hands on the wheelchair could not help tightening, his blood vessels became clear, and his back became a little stiff.

Sure enough, the next second, the footsteps stopped behind him, he realized something, his back was very tight for a moment.

He didn't look back, but he could almost foresee that someone would come. He asked jokingly whether he wanted help.

And he doesn't need to.

However, two seconds later, the people behind did not speak.

Just as Zhai Xingchen was about to turn around, he heard the people behind him move.

Then, he ran into a beautiful slender hand, white and slender, just like a scallion.

The hand reached for the patch of his wheelchair, then forced it hard. Half a minute later, it opened the place where it was stuck.

There was oil on the wheelchair. Zhai Xingchen saw that when the hand was taken back, there was more dirt. The black dirt on the white hand was very eye-catching.

He thought coldly that he didn't ask for help. She was meddling.

Behind him, the meddler seemed to wipe his hands with a paper towel, then held the handle of his wheelchair, pushed him up the steps with a little force.

Gong Suhe pushed Zhai Xingchen to the steps, turned around, nodded at him, and went directly to the women's bathroom to wash her hands.

From beginning to end, they didn't communicate.

When Gong Suhe comes out, Zhai Xingchen is gone, and I don't know whether he's gone or still in the men's room.

But she remembered the look in his eyes.

Cold, with a bit of gloomy, but some clarity, very contradictory.

Gong Suhe shook off the drops of water and went straight out.

After junior high school, she and her mother, he Lianqing, saw people sick together, also to exercise medical skills and experience.

Gong Suhe understands that people who have been ill for a long time often have personality problems.

Obviously, Zhai Xingchen should belong to such a category.

Judging from the reaction of today's students, he is expected to have been isolated by everyone for a long time. Maybe it is the same at home, so over time, he has formed his present character.

Cold and gloomy, he seems to be alert to everyone. He doesn't accept anyone's help, and even feels that this kind of help embarrasses him more than ridicule.

Gong Suhe didn't take it too seriously. She's not a saint or a psychologist. She can't save everyone.

And ten thousand steps back, she just saw that Zhai Xingchen's wheelchair and clothes are of good quality, and the conditions at home should be good, so all the doctors she can find are probably looking for them. Gong Suhe doesn't think others can't cure her legs, she can.

When she came to the school gate, he Lianqing had already arrived, so Gong Suhe got on the bus.

The mother and daughter talked about the first day of class today, and then began to discuss the medicinal materials they wanted to see today.

Gong Suhe's life is very simple. He usually studies. After studying, he studies medicine. Sometimes he goes to treat people with Gong Moyi. His time is full and happy.

Until the day of military training.

Gong Suhe had already changed his clothes when he was at home. It's early autumn, and autumn tiger keeps the imperial city at about 30 degrees during the day. So the military training clothes are short sleeves and trousers.