Looking at her swollen ankle, Jiang Rongrong's eyes reddened: "Su Xueya, quickly help me up, my ankle hurts so much."

Mingyao was about to help her up when Wang Zhouheng acted faster, helping her up first.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor ankle sprain."

Wang Zhouheng's gentle voice was like a warm breeze in April. Jiang Rongrong was stunned for a moment, and when she saw Wang Zhouheng's face clearly, her eyes widened.

She stared intently at Wang Zhouheng, her gaze burning with passion.

Wang Zhouheng felt a little embarrassed by her stare. "Ms. Su, I'm so sorry that your friend got hurt."

"No need to apologize, it was all an accident." Jiang Rongrong lowered her eyes, her face burning red.

Mingyao glanced at Jiang Rongrong, then at Wang Zhouheng, and smiled with satisfaction.

There's something going on between them this time.

"Dr. Wang, could you please apply the medicine for her?"

"I also have to take care of my husband."

Jiang Rongrong stared wide-eyed at Ming Yao with suspicion.

Mingyao gave her a look, and Jiang Rongrong suddenly realized.

"Dr. Wang, could you do me a favor?"

Jiang Rongrong composed herself, and her eyes turned red.

She looked at Wang Zhouheng with tears welling up in her eyes, as if she wanted to hold them in.

Mingyao was stunned.

Jiang Rongrong, who is always aloof and arrogant, actually took the initiative to show weakness and act pitiful.

"It's no trouble at all."

Wang Zhouheng handed the medicine to Mingyao, gave her some instructions on the dosage, and then helped Jiang Rongrong leave.

Watching the two figures leave, Mingyao couldn't help but chuckle.

She turned around with a smile on her face, only to be met with Pei Siyu's gloomy face.