The old curator walked over and immediately saw that the girl's ankle was in pain.
"Uncle He, hello, her foot twisted, please help take a look at it."
An An listened to him call the old curator uncle, and it seemed they knew each other.
No wonder he brought her here.
The curator came over, "Bring her here, let me take a look."
Lu Mingfei carefully set An An down, and An An extended her leg.
Uncle He picked up her ankle and examined it closely.
Lu Mingfei looked at her fair foot, the redness and swelling made it more obvious, causing him to frown unconsciously.
Uncle He twisted her ankle slightly, and An An couldn't help but let out a hiss.
Although she knew that the bone wasn't injured, the strained muscles were persistently aching.
"The muscle is sprained, it's not a big deal, I'll use some of our ancestral medicinal alcohol to rub it, try not to walk tonight, it should be fine by tomorrow."
"Thank you, Uncle He."
