: The first class began, and neither of them returned.

Although Zhao Ting was listening carefully, his hands were tightly squeezed together.
Yan Ge was pulled downstairs by Sinan, not the school infirmary, but walked outside the school.
Yange: "Two lessons in the morning, I'm fine, just go to the infirmary."
Sinan pulled her hand tightly and didn't mean to let go: "Go to the hospital."
Words helpless.
I had to ask him softly, "Did you eat in the morning? Otherwise, I'll accompany you to have breakfast before going to the hospital."
Si Nan glared at her: "If you don't see a minor illness, you will become a major illness."
Words of Song: ...
Hair is a minor illness.
She was originally ill.
But beside this guy, his head was aching.
She understood.
This guy is a mighty man.
The two taxied to the hospital.
Yan Ge went to the doctor and didn't check anything else, but said that he had a headache.
The doctor felt that this matter could not be careless.
He opened several orders.
Blood test and urine test first.
Yange took these lists but never went to the blood test window.
Si Nan urged her several times, thinking that she was afraid of drawing blood, so she would carry her over impatiently.
But he was about to start, and the tears on Yange's face fell like a broken bead.
She shook her head quickly, and choked her voice as if begging Sinan: "Sinan, Sinan, I can't take a blood test."