"Doctor, doctor, not—not good, hurry and follow me," the chubby boy said breathlessly, his face adorably flushed from tiredness. However, his flickering gaze betrayed him.
Tangyu glanced at the chubby boy and noticed how his eyes darted around as if he were afraid of her. This made Tangyu suspicious—if there was nothing to feel guilty about, why should he fear her? Although Linshan Middle School was not an aristocratic institution, those who attended either had excellent grades or came from wealthy or noble families. Thus, the students generally had considerable nerve. They wouldn't fear a minor school doctor like herself, let alone the teachers.
Of course, these observations alone were not enough for Tangyu to make any conclusions. However, judging by the boy's shifting gaze, changing complexion, and previously slightly trembling hands, she could tell he was feeling guilty.
Why would he feel guilty?
"Oh, student, no need to rush—what happened?" Tangyu asked.
