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Chapter 195 Communication

After that, Lin Zhengran chatted with Dr. Qin for a few more words, and finally Dr. Qin went out.

After all, Fang Meng is not sick at all and does not need any treatment. Her fragile body is just bearing the pressure, not to mention that her pressure seems to be much greater than that of normal people.

The school infirmary is just like a normal hospital, with a large area and several wards.

In addition, there are cameras in the room, so if anything happens, the doctor can see it in time even if he is not around.

Lin Zhengran sat by the bed and sent a message to Song Biao: "Fang Meng is fine. How is the situation in the class?"

Song Biao: "Teacher, is Fang Meng awake?"

Lin Zhengran: "Not yet, but the doctor said there was nothing wrong and he just fainted from exhaustion. I'm here to watch over you so that everyone doesn't have to worry. What's the situation in the class?"

Song Biao seemed to be relieved: "It's okay. All the students in the class are taking exams normally."

Lin Zhengran: ‘I trust you not to cheat. After all, I need to see your normal level in this exam, otherwise I won’t be able to improve you in the future. ’

"Don't worry, teacher, you won't cheat as long as I'm here. After all, it's not a file-recording exam."

This is a strange thing to say.

Lin Zhengran: "That's okay. I'll go back when Fang Meng wakes up. You should be more conscious."

"Good teacher!"

Putting away his phone, Lin Zhengran looked at Meng's sleeping profile above the bed again.

Snow-white and tender skin, slender long hair did not spread out under the pillow, and was still a very neat strand of hair lying on the bed.

The antique feeling is actually present at this time.

Lin Zhengran just waited quietly.

After waiting for about an hour, Fang Meng finally felt like waking up.

She frowned and murmured softly:

"Mom, dad... I... won't let you down."

Lin Zhengran called softly: "Classmate Fang Meng? Classmate Fang Meng? Are you awake?"

When Fang Meng, who was in a daze, heard Lin Zhengran's voice, his naturally affectionate eyes slowly opened.

"Is it dad?"

Lin Zhengran smiled and said: "No, I am a teacher."

Fang Meng slowly saw Lin Zhengran's figure clearly, and seemed a little lost, but his consciousness finally recovered completely: "Teacher?"

She looked around and realized with almost no delay that she was in the infirmary.

Fang Mengmeng sat up, and Lin Zhengran supported her: "Be careful."

Her long hair fell behind her again as she stood up, just reaching her waist.

Fang Meng said in a soft voice, "Did I faint again?"

Lin Zhengran smiled and said: "It seems that you also know that you have fainted several times. How do you feel now?"

Fang Meng frowned: "I have a slight headache and feel a little weak, but it's not a problem. It's probably just the sequelae of coma. I'll go back to class and take the exam now."

Lin Zhengran saw that she was about to get out of bed and quickly stopped her:

"Oh! Don't worry! How can you take the exam like this now? And it's just a mock exam. I've seen the papers you answered before, and they all have full marks, so there's no need to take the test. Just treat it as full marks."

Fang Meng looked at Lin Zhengran: "But I still have one subject I haven't finished yet."

Lin Zhengran smiled: "Why are you so rigid? It's a mock exam. I don't know the strength of the others. I still know the strength of Fang Meng."

Fang Meng stopped talking and sat on the bed in a daze.

Lin Zhengran: "Lie down and rest."

Fang Meng hugged his legs: "No, I can recover faster this way, and my energy and blood can flow more smoothly."

Can this kind of sitting position holding the legs help recovery faster?

real or fake?

Lin Zhengran looked at her somewhat disappointed eyes and probably understood that this sentence must be false.

She just wanted to do it so she was making excuses for herself.

Lin Zhengran remembered the name she had just called and said, "How about I call your father? Let your parents come and see you."

Fang Meng had no reaction, but his expression seemed to be acquiescing.

Lin Zhengran took out his cell phone and found the address book of Fang Meng's parents from the file. When the result was about to be called, Fang Meng said: "They won't answer... They are busy at this time."

Lin Zhengran didn't listen and continued to fight.

The phone beeped several times.

Unexpectedly, the call was connected. On the other side was a young woman's voice: "Hello? How are you?"

Isn't this connected?

Lin Zhengran said in surprise: "Hey, are you Fang Meng's parent? I am Fang Meng's class teacher, and my name is Lin Zhengran."

The woman said: "Oh, head teacher, I am not Fang Meng's parent, I am Mr. Fang's secretary. Did something happen to Fang Meng?"

Lin Zhengran nodded, wondering why a secretary answered the parent's call:

"Yes, she just passed out in the classroom, so..."

Woman: "Okay, then I will inform Mr. Fang now. Please wait a moment and I will reply to you."

The phone hangs up.

It feels a bit rushed...

Lin Zhengran looked at his phone and thought, why did he hang up so quickly?

Asked Fang Meng: "By the way, why was your father's secretary the one who picked it up?"

Fang Meng didn't seem surprised, but her answer was: "I don't know, maybe I just forgot to pick up my phone."

The call came back after a while.

Lin Zhengran answered the call and asked, "Hello, are you Fang Meng's father? I am her class teacher Lin Zhengran."

The secretary said: "Hello, Mr. Lin, Mr. Fang is busy right now. He asked if Fang Meng was serious after the coma? Did he wake up? If he does, let Fang Meng have a good rest. He will call to express condolences when he has time."

Lin Zhengran frowned: ‘Huh? Did you make it clear that her daughter was in a coma and he was busy? What kind of important meeting is it? ’

Secretary: "I've made it clear to Mr. Fang. It's inconvenient to tell you what Mr. Fang is doing. Do you have anything else?"

Lin Zhengran glanced at Fang Meng and roughly understood what was going on here. He couldn't figure it out even if he asked his secretary:

"I know, then hang up."

"Ok sir."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhengran asked Fang Meng: "When you usually call your dad, wouldn't this secretary answer the call?"

Fang Meng curled up and hugged his calf, his expression slightly sad.

"No, he's just busy. If he wasn't busy, he would still answer the phone."

Lin Zhengran knew that this topic was not suitable to ask any more.

Because she seems to be avoiding the problem.

We can only go back to the office tonight or later to investigate.

Lin Zhengran changed the subject and asked: "Classmate Fang Meng, I heard that you studied Chinese and Western medicine by yourself, right? Are you very interested in this area?"

Fang Meng hummed softly: "I've learned a little bit. As for my interest, I think it's more practical."

Lin Zhengran smiled: "Teacher, I also studied a little bit in college. Maybe we can discuss this topic if we have time."

Fang Meng raised his head and glanced at Lin Zhengran: "Let's forget it, teacher. There is no point in discussing it. It will only waste your time and mine."

Lin Zhengran examined Fang Meng's every word and action.

It can also be concluded that this female student has a feeling in and out of her words that she does not want others to have access to her inner feelings.

Even if what she said was just a rough idea, she kept resisting.

But even so, according to my previous experience, as long as I have the intention to teach her, the system should reward me.

It’s just that the system is in hibernation today, so the reward will probably not be given until tomorrow.

Lin Zhengran: "Then do you know your physical condition? Dr. Qin just talked to me and he said that your physical condition is getting worse."

Fang Meng hummed again flatly.

"I know, but my body is like this. I have been sick since I was a child, and there is no cure."

"Since you know it, you should also know that you are under a lot of pressure, right? This will put a burden on your body. Where does your pressure come from studying?"

"Maybe" she replied.

Ambiguity again.

But Lin Zhengran asked softly with a smile;

"But I remember you told me in the classroom before...your hobby is studying. Since it is a hobby and it is not a way to make a living, why is there so much pressure?"

So actually, Fang Meng...you don't like studying or even hate studying, right? "

(End of this chapter)