Lin Zhengmo was caught off guard: "?"

Chapter 20

"Your bone seemed to... crack!!"

Lin Zhengmo must have been in so much pain that she'd lost sensation. Only after Jian Yue's reminder did excruciating pain shoot through her elbow. She tried to lift her arm, and her already pale skin lost all color.

Extremely.

Painful.

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry!" Fatty got up from the ground, looking guilty. Seeing Lin Zhengmo's reaction, he realized how much trouble he'd caused. "Ms. Lin, don't scare me! I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

Class 1 students hadn't had time to celebrate before swarming around, bombarding Fatty with scolding, plunging the scene into chaos.

"Watch what you're doing!"

"Ms. Lin can't even move her hand!"

Fatty looked embarrassed. Even though people were scolding him, he knew he was at fault and didn't dare speak up.

Lin Zhengmo thought it was unlucky, but making the student the target of public blame was the last thing she wanted. The student wasn't entirely to blame.

"He didn't see me when he stepped back; it wasn't on purpose."

Jian Yue's heart ached. Lin Zhengmo was already thin, and this collision must have hurt badly. Taking advantage of the chaos, she quickly examined Lin Zhengmo's hand and found an abnormal bulge in the bone—this was serious.

"Don't move," Jian Yue told Lin Zhengmo, keeping her in position. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

Zhao Xiaoxiao pushed through the crowd, looking alarmed: "Ms. Lin! What's wrong!"

Saying this, Xiaoxiao hurried to Lin Zhengmo's side and crouched down, ready to carry her: "Ms. Lin, quick! I'll carry you to the hospital!"

Jian Yue: "..."

Is it your turn?

Move aside.

"Student, excuse me," Jian Yue tapped Zhao Xiaoxiao's shoulder, motioning for her to step aside, then looked up and said, "Everyone, please make way."

When Director Jian wasn't smiling, her authority remained. Most students were afraid of her, so they quickly stepped back, clearing a path.

"I'll carry you," Jian Yue stood in front of Lin Zhengmo. "Get on."

Pretending to be calm, she was actually burning with anxiety, but with so many students around, she dared not show it.

"Director Jian..." Lin Zhengmo hesitated. Her hand was broken, not her leg. But the pain was already so severe that she didn't even want to walk.

But let Director Jian carry her? That felt strange.

Jian Yue lowered her voice: "Don't waste time. Listen to me."

With more and more students watching and teachers about to come over, Lin Zhengmo didn't dare resist. She placed one hand on Jian Yue's shoulder.

Director Jian's shoulders were thin, the bones pressing into Lin Zhengmo's arm. The moment she leaned in, Jian Yue pulled Lin Zhengmo's hand forward slightly. Following the pull, Lin Zhengmo's upper body 贴合 (pressed against) Jian Yue's soft back, making her heart race.

Jian Yue stabilized Lin Zhengmo's upper body, then slid her hands under Lin Zhengmo's legs, holding her firmly. Suddenly, Lin Zhengmo's view rose—she was on Jian Yue's back.

The students looked on with concern.

Lin Zhengmo reassured them: "I'm fine. Carry on."

Jian Yue barely spoke throughout, acting as normally as a ordinary colleague, so calm that she even seemed reluctant. To everyone, it looked like she was only taking care of the matter because she was the grade director.

It wasn't until they left the playground that her expression betrayed her.

In an unnoticed corner, Jian Yue's eyes welled up.

"Little Lin, does it hurt a lot?"

"Mn."

"If you can't take it, grab me."

"It's okay."

Lin Zhengmo wasn't used to this position. Since adulthood, she'd rarely had physical contact with others, let alone such intimacy.

Her chest and Director Jian's back were like two pieces of paper soaked in water, sticking together moistly. With each breath, her abdomen pressed against Jian Yue's back, and through the thin fabric, they could feel each other's warmth.

Lin Zhengmo's face suddenly felt hot. She was glad Jian Yue couldn't see her expression. She looked up at the sky, where the campus trees blocked her view. Sunlight filtered through the branches, landing in her amber eyes, creating a halo that seemed to swim and sway in her pupils.

Her hand hurt so much.

But the scent of Director Jian somehow eased the pain.

Yet she thought it was strange that in such an embarrassing situation, her focus was on the other person's scent.

She suddenly heard Jian Yue's heavy breathing.

Looking down, she was surprised to see how fast Jian Yue was walking.

"Director Jian, slow down. There's no rush," Lin Zhengmo hung one hand around Jian Yue's neck, as if this could temporarily ease the pain.

"We are in a rush." Jian Yue had already freed one hand to make a call, speaking faster than usual: "We're almost at the school gate. I'm bringing her right away. Yes, I checked; it should be a dislocation."

She hung up and immediately turned back to Lin Zhengmo.

"How about now? Does it hurt more?"

Lin Zhengmo looked at the back of Jian Yue's head and said gently: "No."

Jian Yue was direct: "Don't be brave. There are no students here—if it hurts, just say so."

"Alright, it does hurt, but not as much as before."

Because you care about me so much, so the pain is less.

Only twenty meters from the school gate, Jian Yue almost broke into a run while carrying Lin Zhengmo. A white car was parked opposite, and the window rolled down to reveal Teacher Zhao.

"Director Jian, your car—"

"She'll sit in the passenger seat." Jian Yue settled Lin Zhengmo in the passenger seat, then went to the driver's side. "Teacher Zhao, please sit in the back. I'll drive."

Zhao Ming forced a smile and quickly moved aside.

Right, right, he got it—he was just a car-mover!

Earlier, Director Jian had called in a hurry, saying her car keys were in the office drawer and telling him to sprint over! What else was he but a servant to the empress?

Zhao Ming got out of the car tactfully: "Director Jian, I have something else to do. I won't go with you."

"Mn, just the two of us. Thanks for your help."

"Not a problem."

Jian Yue started the engine, not even glancing at him, and the car drove off within two seconds...

Zhao Ming watched the car fade away, lamenting: The new-era servant—car-mover extraordinaire!

Jian Yue drove three kilometers to a clinic called Jian's Orthopedics Clinic.

This place was famous; all of Nancheng knew about it. Though not a large hospital, the doctors' skills were impeccable.

Lin Zhengmo breathed a sigh of relief—they'd come to the right place.

Fortunately, it was afternoon, past the busiest hours.

The clinic walls were covered in honorary banners: [The Most Skillful Hands], [Orthopedics Master], [Bone God], along with more modest ones like [Miraculous Healing] and [Benevolent Healer].

The space wasn't large. The consultation room had only an ordinary sandalwood table, with several beds next door. Hooks were fixed to the ceiling, hanging white cloth ropes that resembled gymnasts' hand rings.

People said: These rings aren't for hanging—just rest your neck here and smile.

The renowned doctor was a woman in her fifties, wearing a white coat, her hair tied back. Her features were clear and cold, exuding an extraordinary, calm, and peaceful aura.

Her name was Jian Sang.

She was Jian Yue's adoptive mother.

Many years ago, before Jian Yue had her own name, it was when Jian Sang walked into the welfare institute that Jian Yue became Jian Yue.

Ten minutes earlier, Jian Yue had called in a hurry, asking Jian Sang to make time for a "very important colleague" with a dislocated hand bone.

Now, the "very important daughter" helped the "very important colleague" arrive in a rush.

Jian Sang raised her eyes, looking at this "very important colleague." Slender and delicate, with beautiful features, she even frowned elegantly—so thin and frail that a single glance inspired pity.

Jian Yue helped her sit down and got straight to the point: "Mom, Mom, her hand is dislocated. Please check it out!!"

Mom?

Lin Zhengmo was caught off guard: "?"