"I heard that you study until late at night every night. Su Jian, you are so good. No wonder you can design drawings. As time goes by, you will definitely reach a height that others cannot reach."
Yu Shibei's words were very pertinent. When Lao Zheng heard them, it was as if he was praising himself.
"Principal Yu, I have to take people back to study how to do the construction, so I won't disturb you."
Su Jian finally took half a day off and didn't plan to return to No. 1 High School so soon.
"I'm going to see Teacher Zhu."
"Hey, wait a minute Su Jian, I have an unkind invitation. I hope you won't refuse."
"What's the matter? Principal Yu."
"Tomorrow there will be a selection competition for young talents in the No. 1 Middle School. You see that you are so motivated to study now. You will definitely not be able to handle the junior high school questions. Can you tell them how to answer questions?"
"Although I am not a math teacher, I know that math is a basic subject that encompasses everything, and it is not easy to learn well."
"You don't need to go into too much detail. Just give them some pointers and cheers. It's okay if you don't steam the steamed buns to get some air from them."
Su Jian smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll go after I finish talking to Teacher Zhu."
Zhu Ziming was also in No. 2 Middle School today. Their eyes met, and both of them were surprised.
"Are you skipping class again?"
"Teacher Xiao Zhu, I have an approval note from the principal."
"Where is Teacher Zhu? Where has he gone?"
I scanned the area with thermal imaging and found no one else in the office.
"My dad doesn't feel very well. He needs to go to the toilet and will be back soon."
Just as he was talking, a student ran over in a panic, "Teacher Zhu fainted."
ah?
By the time they rushed over, Teacher Lao Zhu had already been carried to the bed in the reception room.
"Step aside!"
Su Jian shouted and pushed everyone away.
Teacher Lao Zhu did not really faint, but he was not very conscious and could not stop vomiting.
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Zhu Ziming's legs were so frightened that he was at a loss.
My father felt uncomfortable when he got up this morning. He felt dizzy and nauseous and vomited after even a little movement.
He and his mother thought it was because of his old age and the recent cold weather, which caused insufficient blood supply to the brain, so they took some medicine and reluctantly came to school.
He was worried and asked for leave to visit his father. Unexpectedly, his father was even more sick than he was in the morning.
Su Jian knelt down, wiped off the vomit with a clean towel, and gently massaged behind his ears with her hands.
After a while, Teacher Lao Zhu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the concerned eyes around him, and said with a smile, "I'm much better, you don't have to worry."
Su Jian helped him sit up.
"Thank you Su Jian. I heard from Teacher Sun that you studied under Professor Fang Yongfang, so your medical skills must be amazing."
Zhu Ziming asked, "Su Jian, what happened to my dad?"
"It's otolithiasis. The balancing organs are in the ear, called the saccule and utricle. If the sensors are unbalanced, the information transmitted to the brain will be asymmetrical, which will cause dizziness."
"I just reset it for Teacher Zhu. The otoliths will be in their proper position and will not cause dizziness."
"Ah? Is it enough just once?" Zhu Ziming asked quickly as he had never heard of such a disease.
"No, I will go to your house tomorrow and reset the teacher's position. I will also take some medicine to help you get better faster."
Teacher Lao Zhu heard from his son that he met a pair of old people who were having porcelain on the road and their legs were seriously injured. Su Jian helped him bandage the wound.
The thing that Zhu Ziming regrets the most is when Su Jian wanted to suture his wound, but he sternly refused. As a result, the scar now looks like a big centipede lying on his leg, which is very ugly.