My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 119: Yucai Middle School 20
Setting down his coffee, Dr. Jiang approached Yunjin.
A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned forward slightly and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?"
Yunjin stared at the man in front of her—this man with a face like an angel and a glow of false benevolence around him. Beneath her mask, her lips pressed tightly together.
School rules: injured students must report to the infirmary. After treatment, they're required to stay for at least 20 minutes of observation.
That meant she had to stay in here. For 20 whole minutes.
Seeing the wariness in her eyes, Dr. Jiang narrowed his own slightly.
Ah, what a cute little thing. Much cuter than that Ms.Wan. He could hardly wait to see the moment this cautious little lamb showed fear.
His voice softened further as he pointed toward the corner. "Don't worry, I'll fix you up in no time. Oh, and there's a dog over there. Want to pet it?"
Of course, the dog was the one he'd brought from Mushroom Village.
To leave the village, one had to pass through the dense forest. And only the dog could lead people out safely.
So after leaving, he'd simply kept it with him here at Yucai High. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Hearing his words, Yunjin instinctively glanced toward the corner. Sure enough, there was a big yellow dog curled up there.
Dr. Jiang smiled.
"Come on, tell me where it hurts. Once I fix you up, I'll let you play with the dog, okay?"
His tone was gentle, coaxing—like someone soothing a frightened child. But in his other hand, he was already quietly gripping a scalpel.
His eyes roamed over Yunjin's body. Where to start this time?
The leg? No, every time I start there first— was getting boring.
His gaze lingered on the mask covering her mouth. A slow, interested smile tugged at his lips.
Maybe this time... he'd start with the mouth.
Just as Dr. Jiang was about to take out the scalpel, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Excuse me, Dr. Jiang, are you there?"
Dr. Jiang, abruptly interrupted in his action, felt slightly annoyed. He tightened his grip on the scalpel in his hand but did not release it, continuing to approach Yun Jin.
At that moment, Yun Jin spoke, pulling her mask slightly down so her voice could be heard clearly.
"Someone is calling you, Dr. Jiang. You should take a look."
Dr. Jiang's movements stopped abruptly. He glanced at Yun Jin, feeling a hint of reluctance, then reluctantly turned his head toward the doorway.
The figure of the Dean of Students Zhang Minglan appeared at the door.
"Dr. Jiang, the principal wants you to come over. Put aside whatever you're working on and go see the principal first."
Zhang Minglan noticed there was still a student in the infirmary and frowned slightly, but remembering the principal's instructions, she decided to prioritize the principal's request.
Upon hearing that it was the principal's instruction, Dr. Jiang, despite feeling a certain annoyance at being interrupted, still loosened his hand that was tightly gripping the surgical knife.
Pressured by Zhang Minglan, he temporarily spared Yun Jin and went to see the principal.
Seeing Dr. Jiang disappear out the door, Yun Jin let out a sigh of relief and pulled down her mask. At this moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly torn, with beads of blood seeping out.
Yun Jin, barefoot, jumped down from the hospital bed. She bounced a few steps and reached the medicine cabinet in the infirmary. She opened the cabinet and searched through it, finally finding some hemostatic spray and herbal ointment for bruises and sprains.
Just as she was about to use the medicine on herself, her attention was drawn to the yellow-haired dog standing beside the cabinet.
Dr. Jiang followed Zhang Minglan toward the teacher's office building. For some unknown reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
To calm himself, he raised his hand to adjust his sleeve and casually said, "Teacher Zhang, the principal summoned me so suddenly. Is there some urgent matter?"
Zhang Minglan turned her head slightly and looked at Dr. Jiang.
"The principal didn't specify, but I suppose it must be something very important that requires your attention."
Recalling the principal's expression when instructing her to bring Dr. Jiang over, Zhang Minglan's tone became a bit more polite.
"In any case, Dr. Jiang, just follow me."
Dr. Jiang responded with a polite smile. Judging by the Dean of Students's words, it didn't seem like the principal intended any trouble for him.
Besides, he couldn't imagine why the principal would want to create difficulties for him, a newcomer who had only been at the school a short time—was it perhaps an attempt to assert authority over the new staff?
He should have been calm, but for some reason, the closer he got to the office building, the stronger the sense of foreboding became. What exactly was wrong?
Dr. Jiang followed Zhang Minglan up the stairs. However, instead of taking him to the third-floor reception room, Zhang Minglan led him to the principal's office on the fourth floor.
As soon as the office door was knocked, a voice came urgently from inside, as if the principal had been waiting anxiously.
"Come in!"
Zhang Minglan pushed open the door and led Dr. Jiang inside.
Dr. Jiang entered and looked up at the principal sitting behind the desk, momentarily taken aback.
Before him was a large mass of flesh wrapped in a suit, slumped in the office chair, filling it completely. Extra fat spilled out from the gaps between the chair's armrests.
The principal's suit could no longer contain his enormous body. The buttons were straining and had split open, revealing white, oily flesh that gleamed under the light in a disgusting manner.
At the same time, he was sweating profusely. Sweat poured from every pore, converging into streams that ran through the folds of fat and had already pooled slightly under the chair.
Even with his face largely obscured by fat, Dr. Jiang could still detect panic and anxiety. It seemed the principal was facing something terrifying and difficult to resolve.
"Ah, Dr. Jiang, you finally came!"
