Han Qingrang looked at Yan Zhi who was coming over and said in a cold voice, "Send the doctor here. There is no time to lose."

After saying this, Han Qingrang carried Zhiyun and walked in another direction.

Yan Zhi stood there in a daze, thinking: Aren’t you a doctor?

What more doctor do you need!

What a waste of time!

Until the owner of the horse farm came over and said, "Just to make it clear, she signed a waiver before participating in the horse racing..."

"Where is the doctor we can contact right here?" Yan Zhi interrupted his boss and asked anxiously.

"It's a bit far, you may have to wait a few minutes." The horse farm owner said nervously.

"Then what are you waiting for? Contact a doctor! If anything goes wrong with her, it won't just be your ranch that's in trouble, but everyone here will be in trouble!"

Yan Zhi's words shocked all the spectators.

You have to know that this is an underground city above the clouds. People who come here and make such big claims are either bragging or they really have the ability to do it.

The owner of the horse farm contacted a doctor with half belief and half doubt.

Before leaving, Yan Zhi looked back at the man who caused Zhiyun to fall off the horse.

Xiong Lian knew he was looking at him, so he shrugged and said fearlessly, "Everyone knows the rules of the racecourse and the waiver agreement."

No one spoke.

That’s right, according to the rules of horse racing, no matter what situation occurs, it is the individual’s responsibility. This is the agreement signed before entering the field.

…

In a European-style room.

Zhiyun lay on the flat bed with a frown on her face.

The bed was very soft, and lying on it like this could slightly relieve the pain in her arms and shoulder blades. Zhiyun frowned, then slowly raised her head and looked at him with open eyes. He was standing beside her bed, his collar slightly disheveled, and he was breathing lightly, probably because he had been so eager to hug her just now.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. It's just a minor injury."

She was in so much pain, yet she said things that didn't matter.

The sound is even very small, like a mosquito, and it mainly hurts. If you speak too loudly, it will pull and hurt your arm.

Han Qingrang slowly leaned over, half-knelt on the bed, and gently wiped the dust off her arm.

His movements were gentle, even his entire face was gentle.

Zhiyun looked at him like this, feeling very upset. She said to him, "Han Qingrang, you are worried about me. Are you interested in me?"

His hand froze.

He slowly withdrew his hand that was touching her clothes from behind, and stood up straight with his feet on the floor.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was low and cold, without any warmth or tenderness from before.

She must have been dazzled by the little bit of tenderness he showed just now!

Zhiyun pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't hurt." Finally, she added, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern for me."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and walked out with big strides.

Zhiyun watched him leave, feeling very depressed and repressed. Doctor Han, please don't have any sympathy or affection for me.

Don't ever have that.

Not even a little bit.

That's it, just be a stranger.

Or, I would rather you be a little indifferent to me.

She didn't want to tease him in the last moments and then let him down in the end.

This is not the situation she wants to see. She didn't want to see this situation since she made this decision.

As soon as Han Qingrang went out, he met Yan Zhi who came hurriedly with a doctor.