Bai Zhi'er's carriage was heading towards the city clinic.
Fang Wushen twisted his sore arm.
He glanced at A Ruo, only to feel she was unfamiliar.
"Zhi'er little sister, who is this?"
Bai Zhi'er was still thinking about Feng Fuce being angry, absent-mindedly saying, "A young lady I just saved."
A Ruo quickly imitated the etiquette between mortals and greeted Fang Wushen.
Fang Wushen nodded at her.
Afterwards, he looked at the little one with a handsome smile and said, "Zhi'er little sister is so kind-hearted."
The carriage arrived at the clinic.
Only an old doctor was in charge while the other medicine apprentices had gone out for consultations.
Fang Wushen had just heard that A Ruo sprained her ankle.
He politely said, "Miss A Ruo, you should go first. I only have superficial injuries, it's nothing serious."
A Ruo was very modest: "Lord Fang, you should go first. It doesn't hurt as much now."
