Qi Yefan would still take a period of time to rush here from the city center.
Gu Qingjiu stayed in the dormitory the entire afternoon.
She looked after Qi Xiaoran as she studied.
It was probably because of the fever medicine or Qi Xiaoran’s strong immune system, but her fever subsided in the afternoon.
But with regards to the injury, Gu Qingjiu knew that Qi Xiaoran’s identity was sensitive and was even considered a ‘dark hand.’
Before her older brother arrived, she didn’t take things into her hands to report to the school.
Qi Xiaoran laid down until afternoon, but a ringing phone woke her up.
The ringtone came from her cell phone.
“Hello, older brother…”
Gu Qingjiu was looking at her computer on the lower bunk when Qi Xiaoran groggily answered the phone.
Hearing her speak, Gu Qingjiu immediately looked upwards.
“I’m a little better… You’ve already arrived? But the military school doesn’t…”
Qi Xiaoran’s voice was a little weak, and she sounded like she was in a difficult position.
From the sound of it, Qi Yefan wanted to enter the school.
But it wasn’t easy getting inside a military school.
It was just like how students were not allowed to go out whenever they wanted to.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you at the infirmary.”
It sounded like a helpless resignation followed by Qi Xiaoran hanging up the call.
“Are you feeling better?”
After she had hung up the call, Gu Qingjiu asked.
Qi Xiaoran touched the fever relief patch on her forehead. That was something Gu Qingjiu took out from her own box just in case.
“I’m a little better. Thanks.”
Qi Xiaoran was not as cold as she usually was—probably due to her immunocompromised state. Her lips were ghastly pale and it made her look more fragile.
Gu Qingjiu wanted to ask how she got injured but thinking about it, she swallowed her words.
“I heard that your older brother’s coming. I will help you to the infirmary then. Looking at how you are now, I don’t think it’s convenient for you to go over on your own?”
Qi Xiaoran remained silent for a moment.
Finally pulling her blanket to the side, she nodded softly.
She crawled down her bed. Gu Qingjiu could see that her actions were evidently avoiding motions at her waist, as if afraid of aggravating her own wounds.
Qi Xiaoran forced herself to wash up before allowing Gu Qingjiu to help her to the infirmary.
There was still quite sometime before Gu Qian and the rest were done with their training, so the entire dormitory was just the two of them.
The two of them walked to the infirmary in silence.
The doctor in this infirmary was a female in her fifties. She had golden framed spectacles adorning her face, and she looked like a very smart person.
Seeing Gu Qingjiu walk over, she asked, “Has your roommate’s fever subsided?”
In the morning, this student anxiously rushed over and she remembered her because she was pretty.
When she came once again, she recognized her in a glance.
“It subsided, but it would be better to check.”
Gu Qingjiu pursed her lips and helped Qi Xiaoran in.
“That’s her?”
The doctor walked over to take over Gu Qingjiu’s job to help Qi Xiaoran to the bed.
“The temperature’s not too high so it should be okay. You…”
She was, after all, a doctor for many years. From her instincts, she could tell that Qi Xiaoran’s condition was not solely just because of the fever.
She swept a glance across and directly tugged at Qi Xiaoran’s shirt at her waist.
The moment she saw the wound, with only a small portion of it exposed, she frowned. “A knife wound? Where did you go?”
