The doctor carefully examined Sabrina's injured foot, pressing the red and swollen area to assess her pain. “Does this cause discomfort when I press here?"

"A Little," Sabrina replied.

“What about here?"

“A Little. Doctor, you're pressing gently. It may hurt more if you press harder."

“Alright, let me try a bit more pressure," the doctor said, smiling.

Thinking the doctor was joking, Sabrina didn't take it seriously.

However, the next moment, the doctor abruptly adjusted her ankle into position.

A shriek of pain escaped her lips as tears ran down her cheeks.

Tyrone grasped her hand. “Did it hurt a lot?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes."

The pain was almost unbearable.

Looking at her red eyes and aggrieved expression, Tyrone chuckled involuntarily.

She pulled her hand away.

Why did he Laugh at her?

The doctor put her foot down and instructed, “Try taking a few steps. Tell me if it still hurts."

Sabrina gingerly placed her right foot on the floor, using the table for support as she stood up. With a limp, she advanced, shifting her weight from her left foot to her right, taking slow steps to the door and back.

She smiled happily. "It doesn't seem to hurt as much. Thank you, doctor!"

"You're welcome. It will get better with rest," the doctor said.

He also treated the wound on her forehead by applying a piece of square gauze and prescribing the necessary medication.

When they returned to the car, Tyrone fastened his seat belt and Looked at Sabrina. "Let me take you home."