Chapter 32 The right not to be harmed
"It's useless. If they beat us this time, if we choose to tell the teacher, they will think that we are afraid of them. Next time they see us displeased, they will change their ways to punish us." An Ran shook his head and said, "In Being bullied in school is just like domestic violence. There are only the first time and countless times. If someone hits you once, if you don't hit them back, they will hit you a second time, and the second time there will be a third time. , if you don’t fight back, they will keep bullying you. Human nature is like this. If you don’t resist, they will default to treating you this way, thinking that you are allowed to be beaten. If you fight back the first time, and hit you hard. If you fight back, they will know that you do not allow them to bully you. The next time they want to bully you, they will know that you cannot be bullied, and they will weigh whether they want to continue to bully you before taking action. , because there is a price to pay for bullying you.”
After being bullied for so long in her previous life, An Ran learned a hard lesson. If she was bullied, it must be because she was not ruthless enough or good-looking enough! People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.
We can choose to be kind, but kindness must be given to the right person.
When you face someone who is wrong and you show them kindness, they don't know how to be grateful. Instead, they will think that you are afraid of them, and they will be complacent about it, and will continue to stand over you and dominate.
Because bullying you makes them think they are better than you.
Everyone must be strong.
People who like to bully will never tire of bullying once they have someone to bully.
The feeling of thinking you are awesome is addictive.
Therefore, in this life, she will fight to the death and resolutely defend her rights as a human being, to be respected or not to be harmed.
No matter what she is, the premise is that she is a human being.
Everyone has the right to be respected and not harmed.
Shi Jian listened carefully, "Did your parents teach you these?"
"No." The evening wind blew through An Ran's long hair, and she raised her hand to gently blow on her bleeding palm, "I learned it myself."
A red camphor leaf slowly fell in front of me.
She bent down, gently picked it up from the ground with her left hand, put it in front of her eyes and watched it quietly, seriously and reverently, as if she was admiring a top-notch painting.
The infirmary of No. [-] Middle School is on the westernmost side of the school's teachers' dormitory building, far away from the teaching building.
There is a section of the road leading to the infirmary that detours through the path behind the teaching building. Next to the path is the wall of No. [-] Middle School. There is green grass between the wall and the teaching building. Osmanthus and camphor trees are planted on the edge of the grass. There are other green plants and flowers that cannot be named and are used for landscaping.
At this time, the grass turns yellow and the sweet-scented osmanthus withers, but it is the camphor tree. Most of the dark green leaves are still lush, only a few of them turn red. When blown by the cool breeze, they fall from the branches and roll in circles. Falling.
Normally at this time, there would be many students in this area holding books, sitting under the trees or sitting on the grass reading and carrying them on their backs.
Today is Friday, and the students are all rushing to go home, so it is especially quiet and quiet here.
The two walked one behind the other. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, An Ran's back was dyed extremely long.
Even the slightly hoarse and low voice was blown away by the evening wind, so that Shi Jian, who was walking behind her, had to concentrate hard to hear the truth...
Her words aroused some curiosity and speculation in him.
When An Ran was picking up fallen leaves, Shi Jian walked closer to her and just looked down at her, "Have you ever been bullied in school before?"
He has never attended a private school and doesn't know what the atmosphere of a private school is like.
However, he felt that under Enron's conditions, top-notch girls, whether in public schools or private schools, were unlikely to be bullied.
But if she had never been bullied, how could she teach herself? "I was bullied at school."
It's not just school.
The infirmary arrived. An Ran stood at the door and gently put the leaf in his hand into his pocket. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, Shi Jian reached out and knocked on the door of the infirmary faster than her. "Report!"
"Come in." The doctor inside had just hung his white coat on the hanger and was getting ready to get off work. When he heard Shi Jian's report, he took his white coat off the hook and put it on himself.
"What's the matter?" An Ran and Shi Jian walked into the infirmary after hearing the sound, and saw the doctor coming out from behind the partition while putting on a white coat.
"I want to heal the injury."
Looking at An Ran who was speaking, the doctor was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, "Where are you injured? Come and have a look."
Shi Jian added from the side, "She was just beaten by three girls, and the palm of her right hand was scratched by the electric fan."
The school doctor of No. [-] Middle School was a young man with glasses and a medium build. Hearing Shi Jian's words, surprise appeared on his face, "Been beaten?"
He sat down at the workbench, pulled a chair aside and motioned for An Ran to sit down.
An Ran sat down on the chair and stretched out her hand to show him.
The doctor looked down and was even more shocked, "Why did the scrape go so deep?"
An Ran explained, "It was hooked by the iron hook on the electric fan."
"Did it be pulled off with great force?"
"Yes."
"I'll take care of your injuries first."
Seeing the doctor getting up to get medical tools, An Ran said, "Doctor, can you use iodophor instead of alcohol? I'm afraid of pain."
The doctor turned to look at him and smiled, "Okay."
He could understand a young girl who was so beautiful and delicate.
However, when he brought the iodine and cotton swabs, and as soon as he wiped the iodine-stained cotton swab on An Ran's palm, he found that she reflexively curled up when her palm was touched.
"Does it still hurt?" The young doctor paused and asked puzzledly.
"It hurts, it really hurts." An Ran frowned.
Only then did the doctor realize that a thin layer of sweat had broken out on the smooth forehead of the girl in front of him.
Logically speaking, this October day should not be.
Shi Jian had been paying attention to An Ran and naturally saw that something was wrong with An Ran. "Doctor, is there a less painful way to treat her wound?"
The doctor glanced at him and said, "No more. This is the least painful. I'm already very light."
An Ran knew that the school doctor's actions were indeed very gentle, "It's okay, doctor, please continue."
The doctor continued to use iodophor to clean her wound.
Big drops of sweat fell from An Ran's forehead. The doctor lowered his head and concentrated on treating the wound without seeing it. Shi Jian's heart tightened when he saw it. She couldn't help but ask, "An Ran, are you particularly afraid of pain?"
An Ran gritted her teeth and replied, "Yes, the doctor said that my pain nerves are developed and my pain threshold is low."
The school doctor's hands shook and he looked up at her in shock, "Why didn't you tell me just now?"
An Ran smiled bitterly, "It's useless even if I say it."
The doctor looked at the cotton swab in his hand, then at An Ran's half of the untreated trauma, and said helplessly, "Your situation is indeed troublesome." 1314 (End of this chapter)
