CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 95: COMPREHENSIVE PHYSICAL EXAMINATION FOR ALL AT SACRED HEART MIDDLE SCHOOL

For the basketball team members, stepping exercise is a small case, as the amount of exercise required in a basketball game is much more.

"I just knew it? I’m perfectly healthy, why bother with a physical fitness test? The school must really be out of its mind," Qu Yang chuckled and just as he turned around, he saw the face he least wanted to see.

The pulse oximeter and sphygmomanometer that were measuring his vitals suddenly spiked a few digits.

"It can’t be this creepy, can it?" Qu Yang opened his eyes again to look, but Zhou Ziang had already disappeared from the crowd, and he jumped up, tearing off his pulse oximeter.

"Student, what are you doing? Please sit back, the data isn’t fully measured yet," the teacher taking notes reminded him.

"Teacher, is there a vision test in the physical fitness test? I need to go check my vision," Qu Yang frantically ran in the other direction, somehow everywhere he went he saw that lame guy.

He hadn’t run a few steps before he bumped into Mao Yi, who was a senior to him.

Seeing his panicked look, Mao Yi couldn’t help but frown and gave him a few glances.

"Captain, it’s really creepy, I saw that lame guy again," Qu Yang said with a face full of lethargy.

"You’re not wrong, he is here. Don’t always call him lame guy, he has a name, it’s Zhou Ziang, and I heard he’s the new school doctor at the infirmary," Mao Yi just finished his sentence, and Qu Yang was dumbfounded. The school’s doctor in the infirmary?

In the gymnasium, Zhang Yiyi nervously dragged Xiao Xian, peeking towards the front at two or three queues for blood tests.

"I can’t believe they’re drawing blood, Xiao Xian, I’m most afraid of drawing blood. When it’s my turn, you must hold my hand. I’m afraid of fainting. If I faint, you must support me." Zhang Yiyi, tall but quite timid, explained that her fear of blood had a reason: once she went to the hospital for a shot...

The nurse administering the injection was an intern who, whether due to Zhang Yiyi’s nervousness or her own, accidentally poked her seven or eight times without drawing any blood, and later... when finally there was blood, Zhang Yiyi fainted.

"I’ll definitely support you, but first, we need to choose a queue," Xiao Xian had been moving with Zhang Yiyi behind the three blood drawing queues for a while, and although the queues were shortening, Zhang Yiyi hadn’t yet decided which specific queue to join.

At one point she said to join the middle queue because it was moving exceptionally fast, meaning that the doctor there works swiftly, which she preferred because less waiting meant less pain.

Then she said to join the left queue because it was manned by a female doctor, assuming a woman might be gentler.

Then she suggested the right queue because the doctor there looked the oldest and most experienced, probably less painful with the needle.

"Alright, let’s choose the middle one," Zhang Yiyi decided with a resigned expression, and moved to the middle queue.

As the line ahead gradually shortened, Xiao Xian noticed Zhang Yiyi’s hand, which she was holding, went from slightly trembling to shaking violently.

"It hurts so much," Zhang Yiyi screamed, to which the doctor giving injections rolled her eyes and muttered, "I haven’t even jabbed you yet, stop making a fuss."

"It looks painful, Xiao Xian, I regret this, let’s go to the left, this doctor seems to use especially large syringes. Don’t be fooled by my size, I actually have anemia..." Xiao Xian couldn’t listen anymore and pushed Zhang Yiyi down on the chair, helping the doctor pull up her sleeve.

"..."

Finally, it was Xiao Xian’s turn; she was actually someone who had never been injected before. Just now, under Zhang Yiyi’s relentless complaints, she was highly nervous, and as she sat down beside the chair, she hesitated as the doctor took out a disposable syringe and needle.

"Out of sight, out of mind," Xiao Xian turned her face away, just in time to meet Zhang Yiyi’s schadenfreude-filled expression.

The doctor’s hand had already grasped her arm, and Xiao Xian felt the sharp syringe nearing her wrist.

"Hey, it doesn’t hurt at all," Xiao Xian waited a moment, but the expected pain never came. She thought to herself that Zhang Yiyi was just acting up; something not painful at all turned into a dramatic ordeal in her tales.

"Of course it doesn’t hurt," Zhang Yiyi pointed behind, and as Xiao Xian turned her head back, she saw that the fast-working doctor was holding the needle, and the one previously on Xiao Xian’s wrist had actually bent.

"Nowadays medical supplies really are unreliable," the doctor examining Xiao Xian’s wrist, her thin arm had somehow bent the needle.

He had to take out another needle and, after replacing it, aimed for the purple vein on Xiao Xian’s wrist and jabbed down.

Mysteriously, the instant it touched Xiao Xian’s skin, a force seemed to make the needle slide away.

"Not good," Xiao Xian nervously tried to pull back her arm, but the doctor was holding it down, making it hard to forcibly retract. She almost forgot, she possessed Silver-grade Space, her body, though appearing ordinary, also had certain metallic properties. Ordinary syringes couldn’t penetrate it.

But now, during the physical examination, if repeated attempts failed to penetrate, it would arouse suspicion.

The persistent doctor thought it was his own lack of skill, switched to a larger needle head, and tried again.

Xiao Xian watched the needle, sweat already forming on her nose, while dozens of eyes around them were focused on that needle, only Zhang Yiyi turned her face away, dreading it; such a large needle.

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