Once faced with Zoey's tears, Wyatt would be helpless.

His slender fingers lifted up Zoey's calf to take a look. The obvious redness caused a trace of heartache to flash across his eyes.

"Can you still walk?"

Before Zoey could answer, he suddenly sighed and said in a deep voice, "Hold me tight."

At the same time, he carefully avoided the injured part. His strong arms wrapped around Zoey's legs and slender waist, and he lifted her up horizontally.

Zoey reflexively hugged his sturdy neck and couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the hospital!"

Wyatt's tone was unquestionable, but it immediately calmed Zoey down. A feeling of relief rose in her heart.

She thought to herself, "Anyway, he still cares about me, doesn't he?"

Under the instructions of Wyatt, the driver drove the car all the way to a private clinic decorated like a garden.

It was not very big. From the outside, it looked like a villa. However, Zoey did not have time to observe carefully because Wyatt was carrying her all the way in a hurry. His slender legs strode forward and he went straight to an office.

Although it was a private clinic, there were still many patients inside, and the hospital seemed to be specially set up for some "high-level patients" with quality pursuit. The people walking through it were either rich or noble, and each of them was dressed exquisitely.

But when they saw Wyatt and Zoey, the latter of whom was being held like a princess, their eyes could not help but follow them all the way until the couple disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After all, both were quite good-looking, so it was hard not to attract attention.

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"Clang—"

The door of the office was kicked open. Jason Hirst calmly wrote and drew with a pen in the pile of sick cases. He didn't need to look to know who had come. After all, only that person dared to treat his office like this.

"Can you not appear in such a special way every time?"

Jason's tone was indifferent; he seemed to be just greeting Wyatt as usual.

Other than frowning and feeling a little anxious, Wyatt went straight to the outpatient room and put down Zoey in his arms.

"Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and take a look."

He didn't do it on purpose. He just held the person in his arms and didn't have any extra hands to open the door, so he could only use his feet.

Jason sighed softly and looked up. When he noticed that there was a woman in the outpatient room, Jason's amber eyes revealed a strange expression.

He thought that Wyatt was here to chat with him, but didn't expect that this time Wyatt was seriously looking for treatment. Not only did Wyatt want to see a doctor, but he also brought a woman with him.

From Wyatt's expression, he was quite concerned about this woman.

Jason suddenly felt a little curious, and a slightly playful look flashed through his eyes.

He slowly walked over with his hands in his white coat.

"She can't walk?"

Jason carefully checked the injuries and looked up at Zoey.

For some reason, Zoey felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward. She nodded slightly awkwardly, "Yes, it hurts."

Because the driver had been urged all the way, he drove very fast. It was so fast that there were still tears in the corners of Zoey's eyes. They were sparkling and translucent, which made her even more attractive.

Jason only glanced at her quickly before lowering his head and revealing an imperceptible smile.

He thought to himself, "This pal, Wyatt, has good taste."

"Does it hurt here?" Jason gently pressed down on a red and swollen area.

Zoey immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, "Hiss..."