MTL - Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role-Chapter 81

"I kiss you because I like you, what about you? You like me too?"

For the next few days, Jing Zhao was thinking about this question. When Xu Tingzhou asked this question that day, she was fooled by her. Fortunately, he didn't insist on answering him.

So what was she thinking? Does she really like Xu Tingzhou?

That's right, even if she lost her memory, she doesn't dislike him, does she? Even if the two were married, as long as she didn't want to, she could refuse his hugs and kisses, but she didn't refuse, and even... enjoyed it a little.

God, Jing Zhao covered his face.

It was as if she suddenly saw her own mind clearly, but she didn't want to tell that stinky man, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Jing Zhao, it's your turn!" The coach with the badge stuck his head out of the passenger window of the coach car and waved to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao immediately got up from the seat, got in the car, adjusted the rearview mirror, seat, and fastened the seat belt in one go.

After completing subject one, you can practice subject two. Jing Zhao has been practicing for a few days, and the serpentine bends and ramps are relatively easy to fix, but it is still a little difficult for her to reverse the car into the garage.

Coach Zhang led a total of five students. Apart from Jing Zhao, who had just passed the subject one, there was also a man and a woman, both of whom were relatively young.

There were two other seniors who were taking the third exam, and the numbers they drew were relatively random. When Jing Zhao and the others finished driving, they left the exam room.

But Jing Zhao glanced at the group of students, and only one senior brother surnamed Zeng sent a red envelope for luck, which meant that they had passed the exam, and sending red envelopes to those who hadn't taken the exam was a joy.

Sure enough, not long after, a boy with dyed yellow hair, short sleeves and ripped jeans came to the place where they were practicing.

Coach Zhang glanced at him and asked, "What's the problem?"

The yellow-haired boy scratched his head and said, "I forgot to fasten my seat belt."

There was a burst of laughter around, and the senior brother who practiced subject two with Jing Zhao and the others could barely hold the mineral water bottle in his hand, and burst out laughing, "Then just hang up if you go up."

Coach Zhang was also a little speechless, and said, "What about the second time? Didn't it happen?"

"I don't know. There seems to be something wrong with my car. I can't put it in fourth gear." The blond-haired boy frowned, obviously depressed.

Now it's Jing Zhao's turn to worry, what if there is something wrong with the car in the examination room?

The test room is provided by the driving school. Of course, Coach Zhang will not let everyone think badly. He only said that there will be no problems with the car in the test room, so that everyone should not be nervous, and what to do if you encounter a yellow-haired man.

Jing Zhao listened very carefully. She is quite busy recently, so she hopes to pass all the exams at once, so that after getting the certificate, she can concentrate on preparing the costumes of the crew.

Coach Zhang led Jing Zhao back and forth for five laps of all the subjects in Section 2. When he finished, his feet were a little soft because of the tightness.

The third driver was a short-haired girl who wrapped herself up tightly every time she came, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

Jing Zhao took a few glances and went to the lounge to get her bag and planned to go back. She would go to the shop to cut clothes in the afternoon.

It's relatively deserted here, and there are no cars, but the driving school has a school bus, and she can take the school bus to the city.

When passing the training route, in a blink of an eye, I saw Coach Zhang sitting in the co-pilot, and the short-haired girl was holding the steering wheel with both hands, and looked ahead intently.

The coach seemed to say something to her, the girl nodded, and then Jing Zhao saw the coach car rushing straight towards her.

Some similar fragments seemed to pop up in his mind at that moment, Jing Zhao was stunned on the spot, unable to stand upright with some weak feet, and fell to sit beside the flower bed on the side.

Coach Zhang slammed on the brakes just in time, because he told the students not to slam on the brakes too hard, but Xiao Nizi suddenly stepped on the accelerator by mistake, and the car suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

This kind of situation happens from time to time in driving school, but today I almost hit someone.

After parking the car beside the flower bed, Coach Zhang and the short-haired student got out of the car nervously to check Jing Zhao's situation.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally stepped on the gas pedal just now. How are you, are you okay?" The short-haired girl bent down to help Jing Zhao, and Jing Zhao stood up with her strength, looked down at himself, blushing and even scratched With bare feet, she felt that she might not be well.

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"Doctor, which side is the Orthopedic Traumatology Department?" On the third floor of the Central Hospital, a girl with short hair supported Jing Zhao. After looking for a long time, she didn't see the sign of the Orthopedic Trauma Department, so she simply stopped a person in a white coat in front of her and asked.

Zhou Sheng was talking on the phone with someone, and when he heard someone asking for directions, he turned his head away. His eyes behind the frameless lenses sized up the short-haired girl, and then fell on the person beside her.

"Zhao Zhao?"

The man's gaze was clear and he spoke clearly. The short-haired girl froze for a moment, then looked at Jing Zhao and said, "Do you know each other?"

Jing Zhao looked up at the doctor in front of him in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face: "We know each other?"

Girl with short hair: "?"

Zhou Sheng paused for a moment, looked at her with a deeper gaze, and said to the person on the phone after looking back, "I still have something to do, let's do this first!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, did not continue the question just now, but looked him up and down and said: "I am from the trauma orthopedics department, did you hurt your foot?"

"Well, it seems to be twisted." Jing Zhao said.

Zhou Sheng squatted down, gently rolled up her trousers and took a look, then got up and said to the short-haired girl, "Let me do it."

It may be that the doctor's words are more intimidating. The short-haired girl subconsciously let go of her hand and made way for her. Zhou Sheng didn't help Jing Zhao's arm, but directly bent down and hugged him horizontally.

At the same time, he said, "Don't be nervous, your feet won't hurt so much in the past."

There was a faint smell of anti-inflammatory water on the other party. Even if he hugged her, his hands were placed in a measured position without exceeding the slightest. Jing Zhao immediately relaxed, and by the way said to the short-haired girl who was following them: "That Tang Qing, you go back to practice driving first! I'm fine, someone will pick me up later, don't worry."

The short-haired girl, Tang Qing, did have things to do later, and the time for car practice was squeezed out. Hearing this, she hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll go back first. I'm sorry, the medical bills I will forward it to you on WeChat."

Jing Zhao wanted to say no, but now she said that it was probably useless, and she would just not accept Tang Qing when she turned around, so she smiled and said nothing.

Zhou Sheng listened to the two talking silently, thinking that she was practicing driving during this time.

Carrying her to the treatment room and putting her on the treatment bed, Zhou Sheng first rolled up Jing Zhao's injured trouser legs, then took off a pair of medical gloves and put them on his hands. He touched her ankle carefully, and then said: "It's just twisted, don't worry about it." Take a picture, I'll get you an ice pack and apply it to you."

Jing Zhao nodded, watching the man turn around to get the ice pack, she lowered her head and moved her feet, there were already some signs of redness and swelling, it seemed that she would not be able to practice driving tomorrow.

"It's a bit cold, bear with it." Zhou Sheng said this. In fact, besides the ice pack, he also had a white towel in his hand. He wrapped the ice pack in a thin layer before sticking it to Jing Zhao's ankle. It wasn't that irritating. After a while, after Jing Zhao got used to it, he removed the towel and applied an ice pack directly to the wound.

"Ice compress first, then heat compress later, so that your feet won't be so swollen tomorrow." Zhou Sheng explained while applying Jing Zhao's feet.

Jing Zhao belatedly realized that what he was doing seemed to be an abnormal treatment procedure, and this man directly carried her to the treatment room. By the way, is he the doctor she registered with?

But the other party's movements were very gentle and didn't make her feel the slightest discomfort. He is really a good doctor. Thinking of this, Jing Zhao said, "Well, thank you doctor."

Zhou Sheng paused for a moment, put his head on to see what Jing Zhao's gaze had passed, and then said in a low voice, "We know each other."

"Ah?" Jing Zhao raised his head in surprise, looking at the other person's smooth face lines and gentle eyebrows, but he didn't have the slightest memory of this person in his mind.

"What, are you surprised?" Zhou Sheng sat directly at the end of the bed, looking up at her.

"Eh..." Jing Zhao paused, "No, I just hit my head in a car accident some time ago, and I don't remember anything from the past, so I'm sorry, I can't remember how we met now."

"Well, I heard from my cousin." Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and said, "It's okay if you can't remember, just get to know each other again."

The ice pack was almost done, Zhou Sheng put down the ice pack, took off the glove on his right hand and stretched forward, half-curling his lips and said, "Miss, can I get to know you? My name is Zhou Sheng."

"You are Zhou Sheng?" Jing Zhao looked even more surprised than before. Looking at the long and white fingers in front of her, she stretched out her fingers and shook them lightly, and the other party quickly let go, and said softly: "You know me?"

"Yeah." Jing Zhao nodded, pursed his lips and said, "Someone told me your name, I know we were friends before."

It's a friend... Zhou Sheng's eyes were lowered, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew who would say that without even thinking about it.

Inexplicably, Zhou Sheng whispered, "Not friends."

Jing Zhao: "Huh?"

Zhou Sheng straightened up, suddenly stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her head, and said with a light smile, "It's brother, you used to call me brother Acheng."

Caught off guard by being patted on the head, Jing Zhao was not angry except for being a little awkward. The other party had a special kind of gentle temperament, which made people inexplicably convinced what he said.

But even so, if she asked herself to call him that now, she would definitely not be able to say it, so she could only pull her lips and respond in a low voice, "Oh."

The disappointment in Zhou Sheng's eyes was fleeting, he lowered his head and said, "I'll go get some hot water and give you a hot compress."

Speaking of handing the ice pack to Jing Zhao, he stood up by himself, and as soon as he walked out of the door of the treatment room, he was greeted by a person.

Xu Tingzhou almost ran upstairs and found no one in the consultation room. He was about to call Jing Zhao when he suddenly saw Zhou Sheng, and his eyes froze when he put down the phone.

One was wearing a black shirt and the other was wearing a medical white coat. Both of them were about the same height and appearance. They just stood at the door of the treatment room, attracting several glances from the passing patients and nurses.

In the end it was Zhou Sheng who spoke first: "She's inside, you go in!"

As he spoke, he stepped aside and let Xu Tingzhou go in.

Xu Tingzhou glanced at him, said nothing, and entered the treatment room.

Jing Zhao was rubbing his feet, when he heard the voice raised his head, he smiled sincerely, "You are here."

Xu Tingzhou's gaze fell on her bent ankle, and he frowned at the glaring redness, "Why did it hurt so badly?"

"Accidentally knocked on the flower bed." Jing Zhao said, obviously he thought it was bearable just now, but now he couldn't help being wronged and said: "It hurts so much, I won't be able to practice driving tomorrow."

Xu Tingzhou sat down, took the ice pack in her hand, and gently lifted her foot to his lap, and said distressedly: "Why do you practice driving when you are so swollen? Do you want to hurt your man to death?"

Jing Zhao blushed, kicked him with the other foot, and muttered in a low voice, "What are you talking about? Obviously, I am the one who hurts."

"Stay at home obediently tomorrow, don't go anywhere, I will watch you at home." Xu Tingzhou said in a deep voice, while holding her other foot, he found that it was a little cold, so he put it directly on his stomach to warm it.

"It's so serious, I'll be fine tomorrow, you'd better go to work!" Jing Zhao wanted to regain some human rights.

Xu Tingzhou raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. Jing Zhao thought he was going to explain something to him, so he said, "No, I will stay with you at home."

Jing Zhao: ...

Zhou Sheng stood outside the treatment room for a long time, and finally stopped a passing nurse and said, "Can I trouble you to send this in for me?"

The little nurse was surprised and blushed when she was stopped. Dr. Zhou is a famous person in the hospital. He is young and outstanding, not to mention very handsome. I don’t know how many little nurses are secretly staring at her. Now she is called to help, and she didn’t even think about it. Thinking about taking what was in his hand.

Zhou Sheng nodded slightly to her, said thank you, then turned and left.

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