Xiao Lin didn't even glance at Wu Shuang. After carefully checking Wu Shuang's injury, he gently placed his right hand on Wu Shuang's ankle, took out his phone with his left hand, and said to Wu Shuang, "If you don't want to be crippled, bear with it. This will hurt a lot. If you can take it, I'll help you treat it; if not, I'll find something for you to bite on, so you don't end up biting off your own tongue!"
Seeing Xiao Lin's serious demeanor, Wu Shuang realized that her previous comments were nothing but words of frustration. Whenever Xiao Lin did something, he was always very serious and reliable. Wu Shuang naturally knew that Xiao Lin wouldn't harm her.
Despite the unbearable pain in her foot, Wu Shuang mustered some resolve in front of Xiao Lin and said, "You're more likely to bite your own tongue! If not, just call for help!"
