Probably because he asked her something, she didn't say anything. Soon, he spoke again: "I'll take you to the hospital."
As he said that, he reached out his hand and wanted 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 empty.
He stared at his fingertips and pursed his lips hard. He did not feel unhappy because of her resistance. Instead, he spoke patiently and softly: "Then let me take a look at yours." hurt."
After saying this this time, he took away her hand covering her ankle without giving her any chance to dodge.
It was exactly as she said. Although the ankle was very red, the sprain was not serious, but I feared that it would be difficult to walk normally for a while.
Han Zhihui raised his head, glanced at the roadside, and saw a 24-hour pharmacy ten meters away. He whispered to Cheng Weiwan, "Wait for me a moment," and got up and walked into the pharmacy. .
Soon, he returned to Cheng Weiwan with a bottle of safflower oil. He first bent down, picked up the things she bought scattered around and put them into the bag, and then bent over without saying anything. He picked her up and walked toward her neighborhood not far ahead.
Along the way, Cheng Weiwan asked Han Zhihui several times to let him go.
Han Zhihui turned a deaf ear.
He had been to her house before and arrived at her doorstep with ease.
He didn't have the house key, and she kept saying thank you and letting him go. He thought that she was going out to the supermarket alone, and it was impossible to leave Han Han alone at home. He was afraid that the hourly worker aunt was still there, so he didn't talk to her, so he just He reached out and rang the doorbell.
The hourly worker aunt quickly ran over and opened the door.
When she saw Cheng Weiwan being held in Han Zhihui's arms, she was stunned for a moment, and then asked with concern: "Miss Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. I just got hit accidentally and sprained my foot."
When Cheng Weiwan was replying to the hourly worker's aunt, Han Zhihui had already placed Cheng Weiwan on the sofa in the living room, knelt in front of her on one knee, held her injured ankle, and carefully helped her take off the clothes. Shoes and socks.
Cheng Weiwan instinctively shrank her feet back, but she couldn't escape from his grasp. She couldn't help but say again: "I can just rub it myself. I really don't need to trouble you."
Han Zhihui, who was inspecting her wound, pursed his lips slightly, but finally chose to ignore her words.
After he was sure that her wound was really not serious and did not require another trip from Dr. Luo, he took safflower oil, poured it into his palms, rubbed it to heat, then applied it on her ankle, and gently massaged it. Kneaded.
She urged him to leave several times, but he never made a sound. It wasn't until he had kneaded her ankle that he raised his head and said to her, "Let me use your bathroom."
She pursed her lips and did not reply to his words.
He stood up and went into her bathroom. After washing his hands, he came out. Before he could speak, she spoke again: "Thank you for sending me back. I just called Mu Qing. She has nothing to do today." I'll be here soon, 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: "Remember to apply the medicine and try not to walk as much as possible these two days. If Hanhan can't take care of her, I can ask the housekeeper to come and help for a few days..."
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