Chapter 812: So She Had This Side
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gu Huanhuan had her concerns. Given that her TV series were widely popular, many people recognized her. If she were photographed at the hospital, who knew what kind of rumors would spread?
Still, would it be too abrupt to seek help from Wen Chi? However, the increasing pain in her ankle left her with little choice.
She inford Sister Gao of the hospital where Wen Chi worked.
Without wasting a mont, Sister Gao arranged for a driver to pick them up.
Fortunately, the hospital wasn’t far. In the car, Gu Huanhuan dialed Wen Chi’s number. Soon, Wen Chi’s deep voice ca through, “Hello, what is it?”
His tone was indifferent, almost emotionless, yet it was very pleasant, like a clear, cool spring.
Gu Huanhuan listened, montarily dazed by his voice.
“It’s , Gu Huanhuan. Dr. Wen, are you at the hospital now? I twisted my ankle…” she quickly explained after snapping out of her daze.
Wen Chi frowned upon hearing her words. Shouldn’t a sprain be treated by an orthopedic doctor? Why was she calling him?
Sensing his silence, Gu Huanhuan grew nervous. “The thing is, Dr. Wen, I’m afraid of being seen and ending up in the tabloids again. I just twisted my ankle. If you could help set it right, that would be great.”
Wen Chi rubbed his forehead. He could handle a simple sprain. Checking his schedule, he saw he had no surgeries. Well, he thought, I might as well do a good deed for the day.
“Alright, co to the lounge on the fifth floor,” Wen Chi finally said.
“Thank you so much, Dr. Wen! You’re really kind,” Gu Huanhuan gushed.
Sister Gao, overhearing her flattery, couldn’t help but cringe a little.
At the hospital, Gu Huanhuan switched to a pair of flat shoes, put on a mask, and added a jacket over her clothes to appear less conspicuous. Fortunately, the car was stocked with such items. Supported by Sister Gao, she made her way to the place Wen Chi had ntioned.
Wen Chi’s office was spacious and orderly, reflecting his ticulous nature. Gu Huanhuan guessed that his ho was likely just as tidy. However, Wen Chi wasn’t in his office when they arrived. As she looked around for him, he entered with so dical supplies in hand.
Wen Chi, upon seeing Gu Huanhuan, was montarily taken aback. She had her head slightly lowered, the curve of her profile graceful, her skin delicate and porcelain-like, and her mid-length black hair hanging smoothly around her face. This demure and innocent look was quite different from the confident persona he had seen before.
At that mont, Gu Huanhuan’s face contorted with pain, her complexion pale.
Seeing the elegantly composed Wen Chi, who managed to make a simple white coat look distinguished, Gu Huanhuan found herself staring.
Wen Chi cleared his throat to cover his lapse, “Sit over there on the sofa. I’ll take a look.”
He set the supplies on the table and, after Gu Huanhuan had seated herself, gently lifted her foot. He moved it slightly, “It’s nothing serious, just a mild sprain.”
With that, he applied a sudden twist. Gu Huanhuan cried out, tears springing to her eyes.
“All done. Now I’ll get so ice to reduce the swelling,” Wen Chi inford her.
“Thank you,” Gu Huanhuan said, her eyes slightly red but filled with gratitude.
“I have so matters to attend to. You can rest here for a while,” Wen Chi added, preparing to leave.
“Okay, my manager will co to get . She stepped out to take a call,” Gu Huanhuan explained.
A producer had called Sister Gao, likely to discuss a potential collaboration. Gu Huanhuan hadn’t expected the ensuing sequence of events.
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