Doctor Zhong was surprised to see the woman being carried in by Mo Yunhan. It was the first time he had ever seen Mo Yunhan treat a woman with such care and tenderness. He thought something serious had happened and quickly ushered her into the inner room.

When Jiang Qingwan took off her hat and revealed her true face, Dr. Zhong stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Jiang... Jiang Niangzi?"

"Dr. Zhong, I'm sorry to bother you. I sprained my ankle, could you please set my bones?"

Jiang Qingwan greeted them with a light smile, pulled her skirt up to reveal her slender, fair ankles, and was about to bend down to take off her shoes and socks.

A large hand supported her calf.

With a gentle tug from her well-defined fingers, her small, white feet were revealed, each toe radiating a healthy pinkish-white hue.

It can be held in the palm of your hand.

When the doctor examined her, Jiang Qingwan didn't think there was anything wrong.

But now, with a man holding her calf and exposing her toes, she felt an inexplicable sense of shame and instinctively shrank back.

"Don't move."

The man let out a low growl.

His gaze wasn't on her, but rather on her swollen, slightly deformed ankle, his deep brows furrowing slightly.

"Dr. Zhong."

Dr. Zhong quickly came to his senses.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to sigh that it was just a sprained ankle or to be surprised by Mo Yunhan's reaction.

He didn't dare to touch it directly. He took out cotton gloves from the medicine box, put them on, and then carefully examined it.

"It's just a misalignment. I'll set your bones now. It will hurt a little, but please bear with it."

Jiang Qingwan naturally knew this and wasn't particularly nervous.

"Thank you for your trouble."

With a soft cracking sound as the bone realigned, she couldn't help but groan in pain and clutched the man's arm tightly.

After examining him carefully to make sure he was alright, Dr. Zhong got up and handed a bottle of ointment to Mo Yunhan.

"Your Highness, please apply the ointment carefully to the sprain to relieve the swelling and pain. I have other patients to attend to, so please excuse me."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and hurriedly left.

There was no one else in the inner room.

After the pain subsided, Jiang Qingwan felt that embarrassment well up again.

"I'll do it myself."

She tried to pull her leg out of the man's grasp with a little force, but was stopped again.

"Don't move around."

The brownish-red ointment was scooped out and gently applied to the skin, its coolness lingering.

Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but bite her lip.

A tingling sensation came from my ankle.

The man's fingers, calloused from years of wielding weapons, scraped against skin never before touched by anyone else.

That strange feeling was simply too much for her to resist.

Her heart was pounding, and her gaze involuntarily fell on the man.

At this moment, the man was kneeling on the ground, one leg supporting her ankle, carefully applying the medicine.

His already handsome face is even more striking from the side profile.

Beneath his straight, mountain-like nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Her jawline is beautifully curved and sexy, like an extremely beautiful knife.

She was somewhat lost in thought, and her small hand couldn't help but reach out, her fingertips only inches away from the bobbing Adam's apple.

At that moment, the man looked up, and her fingertip landed on the tip of his upturned nose.

For a moment, both of them were breathing rapidly.

Jiang Qingwan hurriedly withdrew her finger, thinking to herself that beauty can ruin a country, and one's Daoist heart must not be broken. Only then did she calm her mind.

Taking the opportunity, I moved my lower leg away and quickly put on my shoes and socks.

"Thank you for today."

She spoke softly, hesitating about how to repay this favor, when she suddenly heard the man say, "Would you mind saving someone for me as a token of your gratitude?"

This was the first time Mo Yunhan had ever asked her for a thank-you gift.

She couldn't help but be curious.

"Who to save?"

When the falcon carried her to the gate of the county magistrate's mansion, and she saw the words "Yun Mansion" written in gold on the large vermilion characters, all the ripples and excitement in her heart vanished at that moment.

"You want me to save Yun Xiaoran?"

For some reason, Mo Yunhan felt inexplicably uncomfortable in the face of her sudden and sharp questioning. As he pondered how to explain, Jiang Qingwan had already stepped inside.

"I agree."

With her cloak slightly unfurled, Mo Yunhan watched her retreating figure and had a feeling that this woman was angry.

He hurried to catch up.

"Jiang Qingwan, what is the relationship between Xiaoran and me..."

"This has nothing to do with me."

His still-cold tone interrupted the explanation that was almost out of his mouth.

Yu Ying and Yu Tao, who were waiting outside, saw them and immediately bowed in greeting.

Song Yushu, who was in his bedroom, also heard the commotion and immediately came out to greet them.

"Qingwan, you've finally arrived! Xiaoran's condition is really bad, you need to hurry..."

Jiang Qingwan nodded slightly as a greeting, and walked straight in without stopping.

Song Yushu couldn't help but look at Mo Yunhan, who was a step away.

Did you make her angry?

Mo Yunhan didn't know how to explain for a moment, so he could only mutter, "Treat Xiaoran first."

The two hurriedly followed him inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw Yun Xiaoran angrily sweep the medicine that Li Mama had brought onto the ground.

The splattered medicine residue landed below Jiang Qingwan's skirt.

She didn't even flinch, coldly staring at Yun Xiaoran, whose brow and head were filled with resentment.

"You're going to die soon."

Yun Xiaoran had no reason to believe her.

She covered half her face with the blanket, her eyes brimming with tears, and cried out to Mo Yunhan.

"Brother Yunhan, did you invite her to come and make a fool of myself? Did you hear what she just said? She wanted me dead! Why? If you don't like me, don't humiliate me like this. How could you do this to me? Cough cough cough cough..."

Her breathing was unsteady, and her body arched as she coughed due to her emotional state.

Song Yushu couldn't bear it and quickly stepped forward to coax her, "Xiaoran, we're all here. Be more obedient and let Qingwan take a look at you. Don't be so stubborn anymore."

Yun Xiaoran, however, did not listen at all.

She coughed so hard her whole body was trembling, making her look even more frail and pitiful.

She lay on the bed, clutching the blanket with both hands, crying incoherently.

"She's the one who hurt me, Brother Yunhan. Xiaoran is in so much pain. Don't you feel sorry for Xiaoran at all?"

Song Yushu looked to Jiang Qingwan for help.

At this moment, Mo Yunhan suddenly spoke up, "Men, tie the county princess to the bed."

Granny Li immediately knelt on the ground.

"Please, Your Highness, have mercy on the county princess!"

"I am saving her life!"

Mo Yunhan coldly shouted to stop him, and Song Yushu immediately looked at Yuying.

Yu Ying understood immediately and turned to ask the servants of the county princess's mansion to find a softer cloth strip.

At this moment, Yun Xiaoran, who was lying on the bed, stopped sobbing and looked at Mo Yunhan with red eyes as if she had finally given in.

“Brother Yunhan, I know you mean well. Xiaoran will listen to you. But I want her to kneel down and apologize to me. Otherwise… otherwise Xiaoran would rather die, would rather go to her sister, father and mother, than suffer like this again.”

Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but sneer and turned to look at Mo Yunhan.

"You've come here to repay your favor. It's a pity she's courting death and won't let me save her, so there's nothing I can do. Farewell."

After she finished speaking, she prepared to leave, but after taking two steps, she suddenly looked towards the corner.

"To have achieved this much, it seems you died unjustly and want revenge?"