It was just after ten.
The school anniversary celebration had begun.
The playground outside was lively too, buzzing with voices. There was even the sound of firecrackers.
"Oh, they're even allowing firecrackers?"
"Seems so. I'm not sure either."
"They've been banned for years."
"It's the school anniversary. It's understandable to make an exception."
"Fine, then let's go down and join the fun."
"Go down for what? My foot still can't move very well. I'd need a wheelchair."
"Oh, look at my memory. The moment I started talking to you, I forgot the important thing. Sit still and don't move. Let me take a look—I guarantee I'll fix it right away."
"You really know how to treat injuries?"
"I do. Just watch."
"I can still barely walk right now, haha. I'm just afraid that after you treat me, I won't even be able to walk."
"Heh, you don't believe me? Fine, then I have to show off my medical skills today."
Dong Xuebin couldn't stand being provoked. He immediately wanted to prove himself and looked around for a small chair, but none was low enough. He simply gave up looking and squatted down in front of Teacher Jiang. He had her cross her legs with her injured foot in front. Taking one look, he reached out and removed the high heel from her smooth, black-stockinged foot, setting it aside with a tap. Her black stocking was torn in a few places, and her foot was slightly red and swollen, though not seriously. There was only a faint mark.
"Should I take off your stocking?"
"Go ahead."
"Okay, let me look at the injury."
"You really look like you know what you're doing."
"Of course. I'm a professional."
After boasting a little, Dong Xuebin, with a somewhat strange feeling in his heart,