The girl withdrew her gaze. She opened her mouth, glanced at Qin Ran again, and suddenly said with a grimace, "Doctor Lu, the painkiller you gave me last time was useless."
"Your tooth nerve is inflamed, so eating painkillers is useless." Lu Zhaoying threw another two painkillers at the girl and leaned back against his chair. "It's better to deal with painful things quickly."
Lu Zhaoying continued to write an application for sick leave for her.
As he wrote it, he did not forget to comfort Qin Ran. "At that time, it doesn't even matter if you score a zero."
He crossed his legs and casually continued on.
In reality, Lu Zhaoying had other thoughts.
Even if Qin Ran did not manage to get into college, he and Cheng Juan had plans for her.
However, Lu Zhaoying did not plan on telling Qin Ran about these things.
Qin Ran lowered her head and looked at her phone. After hearing Lu Zhaoying's speech, she casually replied, "Ok."