Qiao Xiaren leaned back to rest, her foot not daring to move an inch.
Her mood still hadn't completely calmed. The stretch of road she'd just walked honestly felt like stepping on shards of glass, a stabbing pain—but this pain was far easier to endure compared to what she'd faced in the past.
No matter how much it hurt, it couldn't surpass her determination.
"Are you alright?"
She shook her head and smiled gently: "It's nothing serious. Let's head to the hospital for a check-up first. It's probably just a sprained ligament, so don't worry too much."
"You need to rest well these next few days. All your engagements are on pause for now—focus on recovery first." Guemov dialed a number.
