"Are you okay?" The girl who had fallen on top of her quickly scrambled to her feet and was about to help her up.
"Don't move yet." Seeing that the other party was about to grab her arm, Shen Weiyi hurriedly spoke out, "I think my wrist might be injured."
"Ah?"
The latter immediately appeared somewhat at a loss, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay." Shen Weiyi endured the pain and reassured her.
The instructor walked over with a darkened face, his gaze falling on her drooping wrist, he asked sternly, "What happened to you?"
Shen Weiyi looked up, "My wrist might be dislocated."
The latter, with a cold expression, squatted down in front of her, examined her wrist, and said, "Go to the infirmary!" Then he indicated for the girl who had caused her injury to accompany her.
School infirmary.
The school doctor saw her and half-lidded his eyes, "What brings you here again? Who's sick this time?"
