About my hopeless brother and sister

So comfortable...dozing off in such a cool room on such a hot day was, really, so comfortable.

The teacher in the infirmary was a very young woman, who had just had a baby and was happy to see me as a volunteer, and asked me to stay behind and go back to see the baby myself. I was so happy to be alone in a room with no one to disturb me, and there were no drawbacks except for the smell of antiseptic in the air, but I did feel that the smell of antiseptic was better than being outside in the hot, dry air.

It felt like time had stood still....

The sound of the outside world is faint, it should be a very excited and agitated sporting event, it should be very noisy and noisy with young hormones, but here I am not reflected at all, here everything is soothing and cool, full of poetry, I am like a cool old grandfather looking at the dying wood.

This feeling is like being abandoned by the outside world, I'm like a person banished by the lively world.

But it doesn't matter. If this is exile, then exile me now. If this is exile, then exile me. I'm going to stay here for the rest of my life.

I want to apologize to all the volunteers around the world who are working hard without any reward, but I can't be called a volunteer.

But I didn't volunteer, I didn't want to do this kind of work at all, I just didn't want to stay in the sun, that's why I volunteered. Well, I am a moth, but I feel so comfortable to be a moth right now.

But even if I were working seriously, I don't have a job to do. So there's nothing wrong with sleeping, right?

It's a good thing that I'm talking about.

No matter what kind of work it is, no matter how hard or tiring it is, you have to be responsible for your own choices. Even if you don't have a job, don't be passive like me....

It's comfortable to be passive anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Don't bother me, don't bother anyone, I'll sleep until school is over. But you're in high school now. Can't you protect yourself? How is it possible to run a sporting event where someone can fall down? If you can fall down in a race, why report it?

Cherish life and stay away from flags.

If I could learn anything one day, it would be that I should never make flags.

"Bang!"

The door to the infirmary was slammed open with a very violent movement, I was so scared that I bounced out of my seat, my knee slammed into the table nearly tipping it over, I was fine, but the cup of tea I mentioned earlier was violently tipped over, spilling water all over the table. I looked at the doorway, and the boy in the doorway was holding a girl, the girl's ponytail hanging off to the side, her face white and abnormal, with a shocking cut on her knee, blood running down her knee to her calf and seeping into her sock on the edge of her sneaker. Well, actually, I guess it's just a flesh wound, but it's just scary to look at. The boy was breathing heavily, and I could feel the heat from him from a meter away.

"Teacher...ah..."

He bellowed loudly, and it turned out that there was no infirmary teacher in the room at all except for one of me who was soaking up water with a napkin. His voice trailed off violently and I tossed the soaked, heavy napkin into the basket, then looked up and realized with a start that this was the class president, what is this, an injustice?

I looked at the girl in his arms who was being held by his princess, the girl's head was tilted towards his arms, wearing a tracksuit similar to Wu Mo Xi's, and his hand was on the girl's thigh, Hey, I think that's what's wrong with you, the girl is just muddling through and you're just eating people up ah....

Wait....

"That... Qin Feng ah... That, Qin Lan fell unconscious during the match... You... ...You...give it a look."

Class President looked at me awkwardly and whispered.

This girl is Qin Lan?!

I rubbed my somewhat dazed eyes, was that Qin Lan lying in Ben's arms!

It's also true... Qin Lan's face is very poor, although Qin Lan was white before, but at this time Qin Lan's face is a sickly white, somewhat abnormal. I looked at the class president's hand holding Qin Lan's, and somehow there was a kind of anger rising from my heart.

I took a deep breath and pointed to one side of the bed.

Ban walked over and put Qin Lan on the bed with a worried look on his face.

I walked over with the tray and put it on one side of the bedside table and looked at Qin Lan's knee, taking care of it first before I went to see what had caused Qin Lan to faint. I clip up an alcohol swab, although it will be a little painful, but at this time Qin Lan should not feel it, sorry.

I used the tweezers to carefully wipe the wound with the alcohol cotton, the wound was covered with a black layer of sand, which I stained with the alcohol cotton, the alcohol cotton mixed with blood and mud and turned a very disgusting color. The body was trembling a bit, maybe because it felt pain?

"Hey hey you lighten up! She's a girl you be gentle."

Ben was frowning and gesturing, probably trying to reach out and grab the tweezers from my hand.

"Shut up and go away."

I didn't even look up and said to the air.

"You..."

"I'm a volunteer in the infirmary, so you're fine to leave."

Ben stood aside awkwardly, but didn't go either. But thank goodness he finally stopped talking, that's good news for me. He looked around and pulled a chair over to the side, looking like he was going to wait until Qin Lan woke up. I carefully cleaned Qin Lan's wounds, and as I threw away the fourth alcohol swab, Qin Lan let out a muffled grunt.

"Qun Lan! Are you okay Qin Lan!!!"

Ben jumped up from his chair just as violently as I was scared at the time and rushed to Qin Lan's side shouting so loudly that I nearly threw the tweezers away, I frowned and looked up at him, but he didn't even care about the angry look in my eyes.

Well, I think the look in my eyes was angry enough at the time.

"Ouch...that hurts!"

She opened her eyes and clasped her hands tightly to the sheets.

"It doesn't hurt, it's fine, don't be afraid..."

Ban looked at me with a frown as he softly reassured Qin Lan. What are you looking at me for, I didn't want this, but I don't need alcohol whenever I can find iodine, but what can I do if the school's infirmary only has alcohol on hand.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

She was almost in tears, her body trembling violently from the pain. Ben was embarrassed on the side, unable to do anything but comfort.

"If it hurts, just bite me."

I silently wiped my right hand with alcohol and then put it to her mouth. She might not be fully awake yet, but she took a fierce bite and bit it.

Well, it really, really hurt.

It was as if I was seeing dim pictures, as if I was re-experiencing my own past, and the pain reminded me of that time....

"Qin Feng...it hurts, it hurts! Ouch! Whew....wow! Ouch! Qin Feng!!!"

At that time.

"If it hurts, just bite me."

That time.

Just like, when we were little, when Qin Lan fell at my house and I bandaged her up. At that time, I wasn't even as good as the class president, and I couldn't even say anything to comfort her, so Qin Lan bit my hand hard until I finished the medicine. Maybe it's a kind of pain transfer, giving back to the person who gave you pain is a kind of psychological comfort.

The severe pain in the right hand, Qin Lan is not only biting but also grinding, obviously just a flesh wound of the knee but still so ruthless, just like the anti-Japanese drama inside those revolutionary aspirants without anesthesia to do surgery, just as ruthless ah.

I can feel my right hand is bleeding, and it looks like I'll have to bandage myself after bandaging Qin Lan.

After clumsily wiping Qin Lan's wound with my left hand, the red flesh inside was finally revealed. I gently used my left hand to apply the Yunnan Baiyao, and then pressed on the cotton pad.

Qin Lan's trembling body relaxed as violently as if it had taken off, and slumped onto the bed, and I could notice that Qin Lan's sweat had soaked through the sheets. A faint scent surrounded my nose, the scene seemed a bit erotic, but I was focused on how to get my right hand out.

Ben was standing off to the side, looking like he already had no idea what to say. He looked at my right hand and then at his own, probably regretting why he hadn't just sent his right hand up.