Zhan Weiyang said quickly: "It's not me, it's Chen Youyou, I'm just worried."

Pei Qing asked him the hospital's address and said, "wait for me, I'll come right over."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Qing came down from the second floor and met Aunt Luo who had just washed the dishes. Aunt Luo looked at him in a hurry and asked, "Where are you going?"

Pei Qing knew that if he said going to the hospital, the elders would definitely be worried, so he just said, "Go out."

Grandma was sitting on the sofa with a blanket on her lap. She habitually took a nap against the back of the chair while watching TV. She turned her head and said, "Be careful on the road."

Pei Qing said, "I know, grandma." He walked towards the door. When changing shoes at the entrance, he opened the drawer above the shoe cabinet, took out the car keys that Zhan Pengcheng had left there when he left, and stuffed it into his coat in the bag.

The family's SUV was parked in the garage. No one has driven it since Zhan Pengcheng left. Today is the first time Pei Qing drove the car out.

In the emergency department of the hospital, everyone was anxious and in a hurry.

Xie Ling helped Chen Youyou hang up and waited outside the treatment room for a while before the doctor had time to look at Chen Youyou's wound and said that he needed stitches.

Chen Youyou's already pale complexion became even more bleak, he said, "Will it be shattered?"

His wound was on the right forehead, extending from the hairline to the corner of the eye, only about two centimeters long, but it looked quite deep, and there was a lot of blood.

The doctor didn't answer him, only said, "Boys, what are you afraid of?" Then he took Chen Youyou in to debride and suture.

Zhan Weiyang and Xie Ling were left waiting in the corridor outside.

Zhan Weiyang was really worried, and he was lethargic with a pair of round glasses, so he couldn't care to talk to Xie Ling.

Xie Ling just stared blankly at the closed door of the treatment room.

Pei Qing arrived at this time. He found the emergency department of the hospital and saw Zhan Weiyang sitting outside the treatment room from a distance, so he walked towards him.

Zhan Weiyang blinked, suddenly felt something, turned his head to take a look, and stood up immediately.

Xie Ling noticed his movements and looked at him.

Zhan Weiyang walked towards Pei Qing quickly, he actually wanted to reach out and hug Pei Qing, but he stopped in front of Pei Qing, he didn't feel embarrassed to stretch out his hand, he just looked up at him and shouted: " Brother Ching."

Pei Qing also stopped and asked him, "How is Chen Youyou?"

Zhan Weiyang raised his finger to his forehead: "Here." Then the thumb and index finger were about two centimeters in length: "It's such a long slit." His tone was full of anxiety.

Pei Qing nodded, raised his hand to wrap his arms around his back, and led him towards the treatment room, "Are there any other injuries?"

Zhan Weiyang shook his head, "No more."

Pei Qing asked, "No concussion or something?"

Zhan Weiyang said, "No."

Pei Qing's tone was calm: "That's nothing, don't worry."

The two of them sat down on the chairs outside the treatment room. Zhan Weiyang tilted his head to look at Pei Qing and asked, "Really?"

Pei Qing looked at him, and nodded slightly after a while: "Really."

Zhan Weiyang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

Pei Qing smiled and asked him, "Scared?"

Zhan Weiyang said, "It's all my fault. Chen Youyou was injured because of me." His head drooped unconsciously, "and he hasn't told his parents yet."

Pei Qing raised his hand, patted his shoulder, and then looked at Xie Ling sitting next to Zhan Weiyang. Pei Qing's memory has always been very good. He remembered that he had seen this boy once, so he said to Zhan Weiyang, "Is this your classmate?"

Xie Ling had been watching them since Pei Qing arrived, and only looked away when they sat down beside him.

Zhan Weiyang was suddenly a little nervous. He stood up, faced Pei Qing, and said, "He is Xie Ling, from our school." Then he said to Xie Ling, "This is my cousin."

Pei Qing said "Oh" softly, "Is he Xie Ling?"

Xie Ling just nodded at Pei Qing, then turned her head away, still looking at the door of the treatment room.

Pei Qing asked Zhan Weiyang who was standing in front of him: "So what's going on?"

Zhan Weiyang was stunned for a while, he glanced at Xie Ling secretly, and whispered, "It's nothing."

Xie Ling suddenly said, "I accidentally hit him with my bike."

Zhan Weiyang glanced at Xie Ling again, he squeezed his fingers uncomfortably and said, "No, it's all my fault."

Pei Qing thought that maybe a few high school students had an accident while they were fighting, and he could only say: "Go and apologize to Chen Youyou and his parents, and learn a lesson and be careful in the future, just don't have another accident."

At this time, the door of the treatment room opened, and Chen Youyou walked out from inside with gauze on her forehead.

When he saw Pei Qing, he was stunned for a moment, and then called out, "Biao, cousin."

Pei Qing stood up, stretched out a hand towards him, and said, "Come and see."

Chen Youyou walked over obediently and stood in front of Pei Qing.

There was gauze on his forehead, so Pei Qing looked around the gauze, including the inside of his hair, to make sure there were no other wounds, and then asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Chen Youyou has been tossing all the way from injury to now. Hearing Pei Qing's gentle questioning, he suddenly felt aggrieved. He shook his head and said, "No, no more, cousin." It was as if Pei Qing was his cousin. of.

After Pei Qing turned to the doctor who came out, he asked the doctor Chen Youyou if he had any questions.

The doctor saw that Pei Qing was a little older, so he called him to the office, told Pei Qing some precautions, and asked him to pay the bill, saying that he would need a tetanus shot.

As soon as Pei Qing got the list in his hand, Xie Ling grabbed it at once, and he said, "I'll go, I bumped into someone." After speaking, he quickly walked towards the payment window.