Miao Dong snapped out of her thoughts and forced out a smile. Then, she walked to his side and sat down. "It's fine. The infirmary's teacher said that it's just hypoglycemia."
Zhou Feng looked at the half bottle of glucose in her hand and her slightly pale lips. He nodded.
Zhou Feng unscrewed the iodophor on the table and took out a cotton swab to disinfect his wounds.
The system reminded Miao Dong in his mind, "Host, this is a good opportunity to make contact with him! Quickly bandage his wound!"
Miao Dong's reaction was a little slow. After being reminded by the system, she finally remembered to put down the glucose in her hand and go to help him.
Zhou Feng had learned military boxing before, so he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in a fight with two students. Hence, the most injured part was his hand. There was a small scratch on his face, but it wasn't a serious injury.
