Unparalleled Crazy System
Mysterious Subjects

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't rush and help Teacher Ye." An old teacher hurriedly shouted.

"Yes, yeah. Quickly grab the gauze."

Suddenly, a group of people started to get busy around Ye Hao.

But after all they were teachers, how could they do this kind of thing.

"Don't worry about that, everyone. President Wu, please go to the school hospital and give me some gauze and medical alcohol." Ye Hao smiled lightly, holding his palm.

"OK, okay. I'll get it now." School Head Wu was running all the roads he could go through in the past month today.

"Xiaoting. How could you be so impulsive now."

"Yes. Look what Ye Hao is made of now."

"Ye Hao is your disciple, how can you go and see his blood. Oh ... My head is a little dizzy."

At this moment, everyone's accusations began to face Zhao Yanting.

And Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao guiltily, she opened her mouth and did not know what to say, so she could only lower her head in a daze.

"OKAY. Don't talk about Teacher Zhao. Earlier, Master Zhao was too worried about Master Yang. And I didn't explain it and I'm responsible. Actually, I did research in medicine." Ye Hao said with a smile.

The teachers did not say anything, but there was still a mistake in the eyes that looked at Zhao Yanting.

"OKAY. Teacher, our class is over. I think you should go out first. Everyone surrounds me, but it makes me breathe a little." Ye Hao broke the atmosphere with a smile.

The teachers also left the large classrooms after saying some things of concern.

In the end, only Ye Hao, Zhao Yanting, and the middle-aged man remained.

"The Old man asked me to stay and watch this. I can't leave now." The middle-aged man looked at Ye Hao apologetically.

“It's okay.” Ye Hao slowly tried to stand up, but maybe because he stood for a day and did not rest much, coupled with the need for needles and blood loss, his body was a little weak, he was not very happy, and his body suddenly fell to the side.

"Be careful."

However, the feeling of touching the ground did not come, but rather a gentle warmth like cotton candy.

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting who was supporting him, his arms leaning against the canyon.

But at this moment, Zhao Yanting's heart was filled with guilt, so she didn't really care about it.

"You ... don't move."

"It's okay. Let's sit down." Ye Hao pointed to the chair in the classroom.

"OK, slow. I'll support you." Zhao Yanting carefully supported Ye Hao, her body touching Ye Hao without distance.

Ye Hao was arguably enjoying the feeling of flying at the moment, that kind of touch made him feel that his soul would be sublimated, even he felt that his needles were extremely precious! "Ye Hao, Ye Hao."

The call in his ear woke Ye Hao from his "beautiful dream" when he was already sitting in the middle seat of a large classroom.

Zhao Yanting at the side was looking at herself anxiously.

"I'm fine, it's okay." Ye Hao returned to his senses and took on a normal appearance.

"Just .. I'm really sorry. I ... I ..." Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao with a guilty feeling.

"It's okay. It's just a small wound. I'll pull out the needle first." Ye Hao looked at the needle that pierced into his palm. He grabbed the open part of the needle with his left hand and slowly pulled out the needle. .

The process of pulling out definitely brought pain, and Ye Hao frowned slightly.

And Zhao Yanting at the side did not dare to watch such a "blooded" scene.

Ye Hao was now considered a treasure by him.

“Should you go to the hospital to have a look?” President Wu asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself. School Head Wu, please comfort those teachers, after all, it's too late." Ye Hao shook his head and said.

"Then ... In that case, Master Zhao, you are optimistic about Ye Hao." School Head Wu commanded Zhao Yanting, and walked back outside in three steps to organize those teachers.

“What are we going to do now, your blood is flowing faster!” Zhao Yanting looked towards the needle that had been removed, covered in blood.

When I thought that it was due to his own thrust that the needle pierced through Ye Hao's palm, his heart started to feel uneasy again.

"It's okay. I'll just treat the wound. You remove the medical alcohol and disinfect the wound first." Ye Hao took a deep breath and began to prepare for the treatment of his injuries according to the medical knowledge in his brain.

“OK ... OK.” Zhao Yanting rummaged through the box for a bit and took out a bottle of medical alcohol.

In fact, disinfecting wounds directly with medical alcohol is not the best option for wound care, but it is the simplest, easy and convenient option.

Ye Hao reached out his right hand to the empty spot beside him: "Pour alcohol onto my wound."

“Fall directly?” Zhao Yanting looked at Ye Hao a little worried.

"Yes, just pour it." Ye Hao nodded, then took the towel next to him and bit him in his mouth.

Zhao Yanting poured alcohol into Ye Hao's palm according to Ye Hao's instructions.

A burning pain came from his palm.

There was sweat on Ye Hao's forehead, and his face was much paler than usual.

I go, this method is too painful!

After about ten seconds, I did not know if alcohol had any effect, and the rate of bleeding in the wound began to slow down.

"See to see if there's a silver needle in the box." Ye Hao spat out the towel from his mouth and whispered.

“Oh.” Zhao Yanting immediately found a silver needle bag from the box.

"Use alcohol to disinfect these silver needles."

"Good."

Ye Hao took out a sterilized silver needle and inserted it into the arm of his right hand.

After three silver needles.

The wound on his palm ended up not bleeding at all.

“Sister Ting's. Help me clean my wounds with a towel.” Ye Hao's breathing was rather heavy.

"okay." Zhao Yanting picked up the towel and carefully wiped the liquid on Ye Hao's palm. He looked at Ye Hao and said guiltily: "It hurts."

"That hurts. Of course it hurts." Ye Hao said with a smile.

Zhao Yanting lowered her head, "Sorry."

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Yanting's appearance of a little girl who had made a mistake, and a sense of pity appeared in his heart.

After all, before Zhao Yanting was only worried about Yang Lao.

Ye Hao's mouth raised some evil smiles, he leaned forward, leaned against Zhao Yanting's ear and whispered: "Then how can Sister Ting compensate me?"

“You can compensate as much as you want.” Zhao Yanting, who felt shame in her heart, blurted out these words involuntarily. Ye Hao's eyes sparkled, and he said softly: "Then I want you ..."