Liao Ya looked left and right, feeling a little embarrassed, "It's just a follow-up checkup; it's not a big deal. Why did all of you come?" Liao Ya had twisted her ankle and it was inconvenient for her to walk, so the doctor also advised her to try not to walk on it. As a result, Lin Yong had been carrying her whenever there was a need. At first, she wasn't used to it and would always be blushing with discomfort, not daring to look around. But over time, she grew accustomed to it. Now that they were going to the hospital, it wasn't good to be carried in and out, especially with her friends there, so she let Lin Yong borrow a wheelchair.
Qinghe knew this, so she simply drove over. Her Hummer was majestic and spacious; even with a wheelchair loaded, it didn't feel cramped with everyone seated inside.
