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"It's been taken care of, no need to go to the medical office," Tang Huai said to Chen Bing.
Chen Bing came over, took Tang Huai's left hand, and spread her palm to look at it, this hand, too, was punctured by some bricks.
Although it wasn't as severe as the right hand, it would still hurt when holding a pen to write, as it would press against the wound.
Thinking about how Tang Huai used this hand to answer the exam questions, Chen Bing couldn't help but feel a sting in his heart; Chen Bing, a recent college graduate, felt sorry for Tang Huai after knowing her situation.
Seeing her insist on finishing the middle school exam even though she was injured, he saw her as a truly strong girl.
Chen Bing looked at Tang Huai with tenderness: "Does it hurt when you write?"
Tang Huai shook her head: "Teacher, it doesn't hurt."
Tang Huai, who had lived through two lifetimes, had endured much more pain; what was this little pain compared to the agony of losing Liu Xiaoyu?
