Chapter 71 - 71 The Little Healer for Legs_1

Chapter 71 The Little Healer for Legs_1

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For a full two minutes, Ye Xiaoning struggled to remove Xu Yixue’s shoes; by then, Xu Yixue was drenched in sweat from the pain, and her complexion had become somewhat pale.

“Yixue, your foot injury seems quite severe,” Ye Xiaoning said with some gravity.

Xu Yixue’s ankle was swollen a whole size larger than usual and slightly red, throbbing with pain at the slightest movement. It was painful even to lie in bed, let alone walk, requiring careful positioning.

“Xiao Ning, how long will I need treatment before it gets better?” Xu Yixue’s expression grew serious after hearing Ye Xiaoning’s words.

“Yixue, your ankle injury is pretty bad. At this rate, even with hospital treatment, it would take at least a week to recover,” Ye Xiaoning said worriedly.

“A week? That won’t do. I have a contract to negotiate tomorrow. Our Xinghai Media is in the midst of expansion, and we already have so few clients. It was not easy to secure orders; I should definitely attend,” Xu Yixue said anxiously.

“But your foot can’t bear weight at all. If you do, it will only get worse. I had a comrade in the army who sprained his ankle, insisted on finishing a drill, and as a result, his leg never healed properly,” Ye Xiaoning said with a hint of sorrow.

“You’re kidding me. What am I supposed to do, then? I can’t exactly negotiate contracts in a wheelchair; the clients would laugh me to death,” Xu Yixue pondered with a troubled face.

It was all that dog’s fault. Why did it have to appear in Tongtong’s room? Now I’ve sprained my ankle and can’t even take care of the company’s business. The company is already facing undercurrents, the employees harbor their own thoughts, and if I, the CEO, don’t show up for a week, who knows what the company will turn into.

Xu Yixue frowned, filled with worry.

“Mom... it’s all Tongtong’s fault... It was Tongtong who wanted a sidekick, so I asked Dad to buy Ben Ben. Scold me, please,” Tongtong said, seeing Xu Yixue’s pale face and her swollen foot, and lay down beside her, her tears falling like broken pearls.

“It’s not Tongtong’s fault. It’s Mommy’s fault for wearing heels for too long and not being used to flats, which led to the sprain. Don’t worry, Mommy will be fine,” Xu Yixue said, stroking Tongtong’s head with a look of loving tenderness.

Xu Fan bent down and put his cheek close to Tongtong’s face.

“Mua! Mua! Mua! Daddy, go and make Mommy’s leg better. Tongtong wants Mommy to be healthy,” Tongtong said adorably, shaking her little head.

“Alright, I’ll heed the command of our little ancestor,” Xu Fan pinched Tongtong’s rosy cheek and stood up, walking over to the sofa where Xu Yixue was lying.

“I don’t need your pity—go away,” Xu Yixue, though she really wanted Xu Fan to heal her foot, couldn’t help feeling irritated upon seeing him, so she remained stubborn and spoke coldly to Xu Fan.

“Xu Yixue, I’m not doing this for you right now—I just don’t want to see my daughter sad,” Xu Fan said indifferently. Then, without waiting for Xu Yixue to respond, he bent down and took hold of Xu Yixue’s injured foot.

“Hmm...” Xu Yixue let out a soft moan when Xu Fan seized her foot, a blush spread across her face, but she stubbornly refused to concede, insisting, “Let go of me, don’t you dare touch this lady’s foot.”

“No worries, I’ll go wash my hands in a bit,” Xu Fan said casually.

“I’ll kick you to death, you rascal!” Xu Yixue almost exploded on the spot at Xu Fan’s comment.

Xu Yixue’s feet were delicate and fair, never having been touched by a man. She didn’t want Xu Fan to touch her feet, yet he had the audacity to say he would wash his hands afterward—as if she was the one who should be disgusted, not him deeming her feet unworthy.

“Don’t move around,” Xu Fan said gently as he sat on the sofa, whispering in Xu Yixue’s ear, then pressed her other flailing foot under his own.

“Now close your eyes and relax your body,” Xu Fan’s voice was steady.

For some reason, despite being full of anger towards Xu Fan, Xu Yixue felt inexplicably trusting when she heard his words and unconsciously complied, gently closing her eyes and slowly relaxing her body.

Xu Fan gently cradled Xu Yixue’s injured foot, his large hand slowly caressing it.

Hmm, so smooth.