"Let me see, where is it hurt?"

Xiaobao shook his head and sniffed, saying, "Second brother, I'm not injured, but third brother twisted his foot and now he seems unable to move. What should I do?"

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Lu Ziyi said, "Let me see if the bones are broken."

"Probably not..." Lu Jiayang murmured, "It's not that I can't move, it just hurts when I move."

As he spoke, he slowly sat down on the ground against the wall. Before Lu Ziyi could reach out his hand, Shen Qingyue frowned and grabbed his calf without saying a word, then took off the shoe on his right foot very gently.

The originally fair and slender ankle was now a little red and swollen. Shen Qingyue touched it lightly with trembling fingers, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Let's go to the hospital. I'll call a taxi."

Lu Jiayang hesitated: "But here..."

"Leave this to us," Lu Ziyi said. "Brother Qingyue, please take Jiayang to the hospital for a checkup. If there's anything with the police, I'll contact you."

Shen Qingyue nodded, stood up and walked to the side to dial the phone, and by the way, he glared at the man several times.

The car he called was nearby and arrived in less than two minutes.

Shen Qingyue strode back to Lu Jiayang, bent down, put one arm around his shoulders, and passed the other arm under his knees, steadily holding him up sideways.

"Brother Qingyue!" Lu Jiayang exclaimed, and said embarrassedly, "I can walk, please put me down..."

"No, you can't." Shen Qingyue's tone was full of undauntedness. "Just let me hold you, and listen to me."

Lu Jiayang said "oh" and snuggled in his arms, listening quietly to his heartbeat. He felt inexplicably at ease.

They sat in the back seat together. Shen Qingyue kept staring at his ankle with a look of pity in his eyes: "Hold on a little longer, we'll get to the hospital soon."

"Yeah, it's okay," Lu Jiayang comforted him softly, "Brother Qingyue, don't worry. It doesn't hurt much when you don't move. It shouldn't be serious."

"Jiayang" Shen Qingyue called him in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Lu Jiayang responded, "What's wrong?"

"I feel bad," Shen Qingyue lowered his head, "very bad."

Lu Jiayang was startled and his eyes widened: "Where does it hurt? Are you hurt too? Let me see..."

"I feel so sad." Shen Qingyue grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes with red eyes, "Jiayang, my heart hurts so much..."