CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: ONE OF OUR OWN

Lin Bufan was quite emotional, "We used to misunderstand Miss Qingqing. Today, in order to protect Qiaoqiao, she even got injured. I need to be nicer to her from now on."

Shen Jue glanced at Lin Bufan with a lukewarm expression.

Lin Bufan’s heart skipped a beat. Did he say something wrong?

"Boss, is Rong Qingqing considered one of us now?" Lin Bufan tentatively asked.

"Does Rong Qingqing have anything to do with you?" Shen Jue pointed to the door, "You can leave."

Lin Bufan responded with an "oh," touched his nose, and left with a puzzled expression.

A few minutes later, Shen Qiao’s phone downstairs beeped with a new WeChat message.

Shen Qiao was in the middle of an enthusiastic conversation with her mother when her phone lit up. She muttered, wondering who would message her at this time?

It couldn’t be a classmate, as she had almost blocked all of them, leaving none.

Guo Lan, as a senior who respects her daughter’s privacy, just sat beside waiting as Shen Qiao checked her message, without asking or attempting to look together.

Shen Qiao picked up her phone and saw it was from Shen Jue, who had already gone upstairs.

Your math teacher likes to read? —Shen Jue.

Shen Qiao immediately replied to Shen Jue.

Yes, our Teacher Lin, though he teaches math, is very knowledgeable, loves to read all kinds of books, but he especially likes books related to math. —Shen Qiao.

Upstairs, Shen Jue received this message and his lips curved slightly.

Given Rong Qingqing’s school exam scores that can’t even pass, she wouldn’t be interested in such a bookworm.

Even if Shen Qiao’s math teacher chased her with a broken leg, Rong Qingqing wouldn’t give him a second glance.

Shen Jue raised his eyebrows, then sent Shen Qiao one last message.

Concentrate on your studies, don’t fill your head with unnecessary worries. —Shen Jue.

After reading it, Shen Qiao instinctively pouted, then suddenly burst into a very happy smile.

Thanks for caring, brother! —Shen Qiao.

The first four characters, concentrate on your studies, translated to Shen Qiao as her brother caring about her.

Shen Qiao immediately felt happy, turned to hug her mother, giggling and laughing, "Mom, I feel like being bullied isn’t that bad after all."

At least her brother started caring about her again!

When Rong Qingqing first returned to her room, she still seemed quite energetic.

But soon after, the aftereffects of the concussion became very evident.

Her whole head felt heavy and dizzy, she started vomiting, and had ringing in her ears.

Nanny Zhao didn’t dare let Rong Qingqing get up, quickly placed a bucket by her bedside. Every time Rong Qingqing moved, she was there with the bucket to catch it.

Nanny Zhao was frightened by Rong Qingqing’s condition, a healthy person turned pale and uncomfortable, moaning softly on the bed.

After Rong Qingqing lay back down, Nanny Zhao quickly called the family doctor.

Within three minutes, the family doctor hurriedly arrived.

Shen Jue was just next door to Rong Qingqing. With such a commotion, there was no way he wouldn’t know about it.

He went out and saw the doctor and a nurse rushing into Rong Qingqing’s room, while Nanny Zhao was talking anxiously inside.

Shen Jue followed them in, but with three people blocking the bedside, he stayed by the door, not approaching.

"Doctor, she was fine more than half an hour ago, why is she suddenly vomiting like this?" Nanny Zhao was frantic.

"Miss Rong actually had vomiting symptoms earlier." The family doctor had already received Rong Qingqing’s medical records from the hospital, so he was quite familiar with her condition.