Probably he asked her, but she didn't say anything, and soon, he spoke again: "I'll take you to the hospital." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to pick her up.

As soon as his fingertips touched her arm, she came back to her senses, she jerked her body back, shook her head quickly, and replied, "No, I'm fine." ”

Han Zhihui's hand fell short.

He stared at his fingertips and pursed the corners of his lips vigorously, not displeased by her resistance, but opened his mouth very patiently and softly: "Then I'll take a look at your injuries." ”

After saying this time, he didn't give her any chance to dodge, and took away her hand covering her ankles.

It's really the same as she said, although the ankle is very red, the sprain is not serious, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to walk normally for a while.

Han Zhihui raised his head, glanced at the side of the road, and saw that there was a 24-hour pharmacy ten meters away, so he whispered to Cheng Weiwan, "You wait for me", and got up and walked into the pharmacy.

Soon, he took a bottle of safflower oil and turned back to Cheng Weiwan, he bent down first, picked up the things she bought scattered next to him one by one, and put them in a bag, and then bent over to pick her up without saying anything, and walked towards her community not far ahead.

Along the way, Cheng Weiwan said several times to let Han Zhi come down by himself.

Han Zhihui turned a deaf ear.

He had been to her house, and he had arrived at her doorstep with ease.

He didn't have a house key, she kept saying thank you and let him go, he thought that she was out of the supermarket alone, and it was impossible to leave Hanhan alone at home, afraid that the part-time worker aunt was still there, he didn't ink with her, and directly stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell.

The part-time worker aunt soon ran in and opened the door.

She was stunned when she saw Cheng Weiwan being held in Han Zhihui's arms, and then asked with concern: "Miss Cheng, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine, I just accidentally got hit and sprained my foot."

When Cheng Weiwan replied to the part-time worker's aunt, Han Zhihui had already put Cheng Weiwan on the sofa in the living room, knelt down on one knee in front of her, held her injured ankle, and carefully helped her take off her shoes and socks.

Cheng Weiwan instinctively shrank back, but she couldn't escape from his palm, and she couldn't help but speak again: "I'll just rub it myself, I really don't have to trouble you." ”

Han Zhihui, who was examining her wounds, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and finally chose to ignore her words.

After he was sure that her wound was really fine and that he didn't need Dr. Luo to run again, he took the safflower oil, poured it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it hot, applied it to her ankle, and gently kneaded it.

She urged him several more times, but he remained silent until he was almost done kneading her ankles, when he looked up and said to her, "I'll use your bathroom." ”

She pursed her lips and didn't reply to his words.

He got up and went into her bathroom, and after washing his hands, he came out, and before he could speak, she opened her mouth again: "Thank you for sending me back, I have already called Mu Qing just now, she has nothing to do today, and she will come over in a while, so I really don't need to trouble you here." ”

Han Zhihui didn't answer her words, but he didn't ignore her words like he did just now: "You remember to apply the medicine, try to walk as little as possible in the past two days, if Hanhan can't take care of it, I can ask the housekeeper to come over and help for a few days......"