Chapter 32: What Psychiatrist Doesn't Write Poetry_3

"I choose to write a reflection," Gu Ran said calmly.

"Then write a 500-word reflection, and also deduct one point," Su Qing said.

"Let's pretend I didn't say anything."

"I think the deduction is very appropriate," Chen Ke was also dissatisfied with the poem Gu Ran wrote.

Gu Ran felt the mosquito bite on his collarbone starting to itch again.

Boom!

Outside the car came a roar, as a sports car completely ignored the yellow line, overtaking the bus ahead, which was moving at a turtle's pace.

With the sports car leading, the drivers who had been stuck for a while behind followed, their moral standards plummeting as they overtook one after another.

"Bang!" Gu Ran sent his blessings to them.

"It's He Qingyan's car," Su Qing said.

Gu Ran decided to let it go this time; after all, Liu Xiaoting's donation still required He Qingyan, and she was not a bad person, just a patient.

Hmm? Could it be that He Qingyan was the legendary beauty with an illness?