"Right, right, right, a sprained ankle is indeed not a big deal, Master, why don't you let me do it? I guarantee I'll fix my sister's foot!"
Zhu Qi laughed and patted her chest, her face full of earnest promise.
Su Wen gave her a look: "Forget it, if you were to do it, your sister's foot would probably end up broken."
As he spoke, he helped Su Mengyao into his own home.
Aunt Bai Yating was still cooking and hadn't noticed the two people, nor was she aware of everything happening in the village now.
"This isn't good... Ouch, hey, it's really nothing, I can just go home and apply some ointment..."
Su Wen shook his head: "If you don't treat it, those bones could cause a problem, and when the time comes, you might hear a crack, and don't let it..."
Before Su Wen could finish, Zhu Mengyao shivered and quickly nodded like a pecking chicken: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll stop talking, treat it!"
Zhu Mengyao was most afraid of this.
Indeed.
Doctors are really the best at scaring people.
