As Ji Huaizhi was seeing that He Jingrong lifted up Ye Zhiyu's ankle to look left and right and that He Jingrong even made a move, Ji Huaizhi's eyes flashed with a trace of displeasure, and he stood next to Ye Zhiyu as if to declare his sovereignty.
"Can you handle it?"
He Jingrong revealed a sly smile, "What? Are you in a hurry?"
Ji Huaizhi's face sank. Just as he was about to flare up, He Jingrong immediately regained his stern expression. As He Jingrong walked back to his desk, he said, "Don't worry, she just sprained her ankle."
Only then did Ji Huaizhi let out a sigh of relief. He was too lazy to find fault with He Jingrong, and he sat down on a chair next to the outpatient room.
"Is it serious? How many days will it take to recover? Do you need to prescribe some medicine?"
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