Chapter 719

Obviously, Mo Ming is really looking for someone.

The principal's car also arrived, got out of the car and ran to Mo Mingzhen, "doctor Mo, welcome to NaNTU. This is..."

"I'm looking for metaphor. What about color? Why not in the team? " Although the location of Yu se is not far away from Mo Mingzhen, the straight distance between them is just blocked by a tree, so Mo Mingzhen has been looking for it for a long time, but he is in a hurry.

"Are you a student of color?" The headmaster turned to Mr. Feng. The team was led by instructor Feng, and the people disappeared. Naturally, he asked for people.

Instructor Feng felt that the cold sweat on his forehead began to roll down. Fortunately, he had not forced Yu se to the hospital to send him to the school medical office. Otherwise, Mo Mingzhen looked for Yu se, which was more than his daughter. If he was a little more ugly, he cared as if yu se was his ancestor.

"Let's report to the headmaster that Yu se is not feeling well. He is resting there." Instructor Feng pointed to the direction of metaphor and said.

The headmaster and Mo Mingzhen looked at the direction together. Then, Mo Mingzhen took the lead and directly rushed to the metaphor, "what's wrong with you, little ancestor?"

Hearing Mo Ming's real feelings, the little ancestor who cried out in a hurry, the headmaster was also confused, and the other students were even more confused. Could it be that he really had an affair with Mo Mingzhen?

Is it really love between young and old?

Then Mo Mingzhen dotes on the metaphor of color, hoping to become the ancestor?

However, we still dare to guess in our hearts, and no one dares to say it.

In particular, the headmaster, astute and close to Mo Mingzhen, stood behind Mo Mingzhen. He did not understand the relationship between metaphor and Mo Mingzhen. He was not in a hurry. He could understand it by following up.

The weak man didn't want to move.

She heard Mo Mingzhen's voice, but she wanted to wait a moment, a little bit energetic before talking, and now she wanted to lie down and have a rest.

As a result, Mo Ming really arrived, and found that Yu se still didn't react at all. He was in a hurry, "color girl, how can you look so bad? Sick? " Habitually, the old Chinese medicine squatted down and personally raised the pulse for the metaphor.

Because of the arrival of the headmaster and Mo Mingzhen, Mr. Feng has disbanded the team and welcomed the headmaster and Mo Mingzhen, as well as other students.

No one can understand the meaning of these two big men appearing at this time.

However, looking at Mo Mingzhen's appearance, he is still very concerned about the appearance of metaphor, which is no different from yesterday.

More and more people speculate in their hearts about the relationship between metaphor and Mo Mingzhen, and they are more and more curious.

However, no one has noticed that Qi Yan and Li Jingfei, who are the most difficult to deal with metaphor, are quietly pushed to the front.

Yesterday Qi Yan was punished to stand, she today saw the headmaster and Mo Mingzhen honest not to talk.

However, she does not speak much, which does not mean that she does not encourage Li Jingfei to talk more. She twisted Li Jingfei's arm, and Li Jingfei stepped forward and said to Mo Mingzhen: "doctor Mo, Yu se was late this morning. She was ten minutes late. Instructor Feng punished her for running 10000 meters according to the system. As a result, she has not finished running for 1000 meters, and now she is in such a daze.

I suggested that she should be sent to the hospital, but she insisted on not going. You are an old doctor, and your old man is a great master of medicine. Every word has its weight.

You only need a pulse to know the behavior of pretending to be ill and escaping punishment.

I believe that you can restore the truth to our students and avoid damaging the image of our university students by being late and pretending to be dizzy. "

She didn't believe that a big man in the medical field would really cover up the color in public.

In this way, it is self destruction of reputation.

Then, she just finished, Mo Mingzhen stood up.

It was only then that he and Yu se had been watched by many people for a while.

He glanced around coldly, and finally his eyes fell on Li Jingfei's body. He said in a deep voice: "the color girl is really not sick."

When he finished this sentence, Li Jingfei's head rose higher and immediately said, "doctor Mo is a doctor who only tells the truth. The students admire him very much. It happens that I am also a freshman in the Department of medicine. I really hope to have a chance to be a graduate student under Dr. Mo's name."

She thought that Mo Mingzhen also found metaphor in disguise, and then just let Mo Mingzhen say so. With this thought, she felt that Mo Mingzhen was not so concerned about figurative color. Maybe it was out of the doctor's instinct that he came to see Yu se.

After all, as long as it is a doctor, it is not a doctor if he doesn't do it when he meets a patient.

Qi Yan nods to Li Jingfei and gives her a thumbs up secretly. Now she understands that if she wants to step on metaphor again, she can't offend such a big man as Mo Mingzhen. She must pay attention to propriety when speaking. She must hold it first, and then say that the metaphor is not.

Well, that's what Li Jingfei just said. It's very successful.

Dr. Mo directly declared that Yu se was not ill.

This meeting son looks around again, the classmate is all whispering.

Nature is saying that color is pretending to be ill.Because Mo Mingzhen said that Yu se was not sick. If he was not ill, he was pretending to be ill.

Even more, the more students said, the worse it was.

"Thanks to my previous worry about metaphor, I felt that she was really sick, and now she was directly slapped in the face by Dr. Mo's words."

"That is to say, I still think Li Jingfei is not good-looking, and the result is that Yu se is really not sick. It's because I hit my own face and it hurts so much."

"How can Yu se be like this? In order to avoid the punishment of 10000 meter race, she really pretends to be unconscious. She still doesn't want to be my classmate. After military training, she doesn't want to see her again."

"Anyway, it's not a department. I don't want to communicate with each other even if it's school grass."

"If the school grass insists on standing in line and comparing colors, I won't be able to distinguish between right and wrong."

Li Jingfei's head is higher and higher, and her arrogant appearance finally wins the metaphor. Look at Dr. Mo, she doesn't dare to ignore medical treatment in front of the public.

He can't ruin his own reputation.

But at this time, Mo Ming's face darkened, "what are you talking about? What is the metaphor for fainting? "

"Isn't it fake?" A girl asked back.

"No, she is very weak. I have just felt her pulse for half a day, but I can't figure out why she is weak. However, she doesn't need any medicine and injection. She just needs a good rest, and she will get better soon."

"So she fainted because she was weak?" Yang an asked in surprise.

If it's just weakness, it's really nothing. It's not really a disease.

As long as after the day after tomorrow's efforts to nourish it.