The six of them were scared out of their wits, and no one moved.
Zheng yuluo suddenly pulled out the needle from her hand, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and ran out.
"Sister, your shoes!"
"Luoluo, where are you going?"
……
Zheng yuluo ignored everyone. She ran down the stairs and out of the hospital barefooted.
There were still many small wounds on her body that had not healed at all. She was in pain all over, but Zheng yuluo did not seem to notice at all.
She wore the patient's garb and ran down the street with tears streaming down her face. She desperately hailed a taxi and begged the driver to send her to a certain address.
After the car left, Zheng Jing and the rest became smaller and smaller, but Zheng yuluo cried more and more.
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a small villa. The driver saw that she was crying and thought that she might be mentally unstable. He sighed and did not ask for the fare.
