"Not a bad answer."
The old man nodded slightly.
"Since you're so good at answering questions, the after-school cleaning duty is yours."
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Just as Yan Huan stood there dumbfounded, the dismissal bell rang.
After packing up his things, the old man left on his own. So did the other students.
Even Sampo, his deskmate, patted Yan Huan on the shoulder and said delightedly:
"Brother, I happen to be on cleaning duty today. Looks like this honor is yours now."
"No, you should keep it."
Yan Huan took a step back, then turned and ran toward the window.
"Huh?"
Under Sampo's astonished gaze, Yan Huan actually leaped through the window.
Then... he fell.
"This is the fourth floor!!"
A week later, Yan Huan limped out of the hospital on crutches, cursing:
"Damn it... where's that bastard Sunday?"
"What kind of place is this? Everyone's physical condition is terrible."
Just as Yan Huan was struggling to make his way forward, hurried footsteps came chasing after him from behind.
"Wait... wait!"
"Sir, your injuries haven't healed yet. You can't leave the hospital without permission!"
It was a young nurse wearing a mask, a white cap, and a white coat. Her face was completely hidden.
But judging by her eyes alone, she was quite pretty.
Yan Huan had no time to care about anything else. He turned and sneered at the nurse:
"How am I supposed to stay in a hospital when I have no money?"
The young nurse froze for a moment before answering solemnly:
"Sir, even if you have no money, treating patients is our duty."
"Please rest assured, we will definitely cure you."
"There's no need."
Yan Huan stopped looking at the nurse and immediately tried to flee with his crutches.
But the young nurse stubbornly chased after him,