Hearing this, Qiao Xu's face stiffened, and her expression became even colder. However, she didn't dare to make a fuss with Lu Moqing anymore. Instead, she stared at him with cold, ferocious eyes.
"That's better."
Lu Moqing's lips curled up in satisfaction as he carried Qiao Xu to the car.
Qiao Xu's foot was hurting more and more, and she had no intention to argue with Lu Moqing. She could only let him drive her to a nearby orthopedic hospital.
"Fortunately, the bone hasn't shifted, but the ankle ligament is injured, and you can't walk for now."
The doctor put down the X-ray film and applied a special ointment on her foot. He then wrapped her ankle with several layers of gauze and said, "After you go home, you can't walk for a week. The place with the gauze cannot get wet. Come back for a follow-up in a week."
"Alright, thank you, doctor."
