roccoschili Chapter 182 Sewing Grape Skins
Chapter 182 Sewing Grape Skins
The students who had been making a scene earlier dared not say anything more after learning about An Xiaoyue's background, and could only vent their resentment on Ding Liang.
Who knows if the school leaders have secretly made a note of this, so they can use it to hinder their internship applications later?
What a huge loss! We were actually used as pawns by Ding Liang.
Ding Liang remained unconvinced and stubbornly insisted, "I just don't accept it! Their group got first place, I'm not satisfied!"
Even with this explanation, Ding Liang still didn't believe it.
An Xiaoyue understood that this was what they meant by not shedding tears until the coffin was in sight.
“Alright then,” An Xiaoyue stood up, “Since you doubt my grades, I’ll show you what real wound cleaning and suturing looks like.”
Her tone was flat, and her cold aura made many students afraid to speak.
Ding Liang was taken aback at first, but then he thought, An Xiaoyue has already stood up and responded to him, he can't lose face!
"I just didn't perform well. If I had another chance, I might even do better than you!"
He simply refused to believe that An Xiaoyue could do everything well.
No one is perfect, especially in such a large-scale assessment; it's impossible for anyone to remember so many things and key points.
He had already looked up information during his break before cleaning and suturing the wound, and he was sure he could do it even better than before.
An Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes slightly. She originally only wanted to perform a wound cleaning and suturing to convince Ding Liang.
Judging from Ding Liang's words, he clearly had his own plans.
An Xiaoyue: "What do you want?"
"I'll compete with you!" Ding Liang boasted shamelessly.
An Xiaoyue: "Okay, but what if you lose?"
What a joke! How could he possibly lose!
Ding Liang raised his head high and said, "You lost. You have to give me first place."
An Xiaoyue curled her lips slightly, "Fine, you lose. You have to apologize publicly for what you just said via video, and apologize to the classmates, teachers, my uncle, and me for what you just said in this competition."
Ding Liang: "Then I'll add a clause: if you lose, you must arrange for me to intern at the same hospital you choose."
"Wishful thinking!" Cheng Zhuoli scoffed.
Zhou Ping: "He's only thinking about it now."
"Xiaoyue, slap him across the face!" Hualan was also quite angry, her cheeks puffed out.
All the students looked at Ding Liang strangely. He was so shameless.
Unfortunately, I don't have that thick skin!
An Xiaoyue: "Okay, let's compete."
While the two were talking, the judges had already had two Sunshine Roses prepared and placed on the stage.
Clearly, the leaders present were also looking forward to this match.
They wanted to see just how strong An Xiaoyue really was, so they used the method of sewing grape skins instead of pigskin.
As for the bet between An Xiaoyue and Ding Liang, hehehe~
Will An Xiaoyue lose?
It's a joke.
The first place score was determined by the judges' scores, not by connections.
An Xiaoyue's achievements are evident to all.
When the students saw the two grapes on the big screen, they were all taken aback.
Thankfully, it wasn't them who were competing, otherwise they would have been incredibly embarrassed.
They can't even sew pigskin properly, how are they supposed to sew grapes?
Ding Liang never expected that when he confidently went on stage, he would be greeted not with pigskin, but with a grape the size of a thumb.
How do you sew these grapes?
Ding Liang was at a loss for what to do.
On the other side, An Xiaoyue had already put on her rubber gloves. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Ding Liang, don't you know you need to wear gloves? Occupational exposure is very dangerous!"
Ding Liang's back teeth ground together with a grinding sound. "I know, I don't need your fake kindness."
An Xiaoyue tilted her head and looked away.
After confirming that the rubber gloves fit her hand, she picked up a scalpel and made a cut in the grape.
She controlled the pressure perfectly, and not a single drop of grape juice spilled.
Leng Yushan nodded approvingly upon seeing the strike, noting that Xiaoyue did possess some skill.
The hospital directors nodded in agreement; such an agreement was as rare as performing surgery without drawing blood.
An Xiaoyue is worth nurturing.
After cleaning the wound, An Xiaoyue began to simulate wound cleaning, explaining each step in detail, just like during the competition. She provided commentary for each action she took.
Take a curved needle, fix it, thread it, sew it, tie a knot, and cut the thread.
Her expression was calm and serious, as if she were facing a patient who urgently needed his wound stitches.
An Xiaoyue and Ding Liang's actions can be clearly seen on the big screen.
An Xiaoyue has finished the first stitch.
Ding Liang was still frantically trying to stop the "bleed" from the grapes.
See you all.
Everyone present was only focused on watching An Xiaoyue's actions.
The competition has ended, and the students have received their phones.
The students in the audience not only watched An Xiaoyue sew grape skins, but also recorded videos with their phones. In particular, when she was tying knots, many students zoomed in to see her hand movements.
After the stitching was finished, An Xiaoyue put away her tools and prepared to bandage the wound when one of the judges rushed up.
"No need for bandaging, just show it to everyone like this."
The principal also gestured to the photographer, "Special shot."
Sewing grape skins could be one of the promotional highlights of this competition.
The principal looked proud, his back ramrod straight.
I never expected that there would be such a strong person in the medical school.
Such an outstanding student deserves a good promotion for the school.
An Xiaoyue stood on one side of the stage, giving her spot to the leaders to take photos.
A faint smile always lingered on her lips, making it impossible to fathom her thoughts.
Even now, when she looked at Ding Liang, there was not a trace of disdain in her eyes.
Ding Liang's grape had been "tortured" to the point that it was oozing juice, let alone sewing it up with needle and thread.
His attempt to remedy the situation was futile; no one would even notice his actions.
Ding Liang dropped his tools. What competition? This is clearly An Xiaoyue's moment to show off her skills.
He tried to run away dejectedly, but was blocked by a tall figure at the door.
"Where are you going? You haven't apologized to my wife yet." Fu Shengyang looked coldly at Ding Liang.
The man in front of him was a full head taller than him, and when he looked down at him with disdain, it was as if he were looking at a dying ant.
Ding Liang's face turned ashen.
My shoulder hurt as someone suddenly grabbed me.
Cheng Zhuoli's mocking voice rang out, "How can the male lead escape? Your show hasn't even started yet!"
Cheng Zhuoli grabbed Ding Liang's shoulder and led him back to the side of the stage.
Ding Liang gritted his teeth, "Cheng Zhuoli, we were classmates after all."
"No, no, no~" Cheng Zhuoli shook his head, "When all of us are being kind to you, you bark at me like a dog. Right now, I just want to hear a dog sing with great feeling! La la la~"
"Don't go too far."
"I went too far, so what!" Cheng Zhuoli patted his chest, the force wasn't strong, but the insult was very obvious. "A person stands between heaven and earth, and must accept the consequences of their bet!"
Before Ding Liang could speak, Cheng Zhuoli grabbed him and shouted:
"Dear teachers and students, Ding Liang has something to say."