"What?" Cheng Yue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "You actually just understood the literal meaning?"
Yan Huan's mind was a bit unsettled now; she didn't want to discuss this topic with Cheng Yue at the moment, so she quickly changed the subject: "We need to speed up. You still have many patients to see after you return. I also need to continue with my interviews!"
Cheng Yue saw that Yan Huan didn't want to continue with this topic and didn't insist: "Okay. Let's move faster then."
Yan Huan quickened her pace, and as she walked fast, her legs hurt, causing her to grit her teeth and furrow her brow.
Cheng Yue noticed her discomfort, suddenly let go of her, moved in front of her, and squatted down: "Come on! Get on! I'll carry you!"
"No, there's no need." Yan Huan decisively refused.
"Why not? Huanhuan, I don't mean anything else."
"It's just a little injury, and I let you carry me! I'm afraid people will call me spoiled!"
