He reached into his pocket and took out his car keys to drive to that hospital first. However, the whole way there, he was thinking about Little Cutie. How could Little Cutie be at the private hospital? When did she even fall sick? His cousin did not tell him about it.
When he thought about this, he drove even faster. The street lights were on and on until the end of the road; all the shops were closed for the day; and at this time, there was no commotion from the hustle and bustle of daily life; it was quiet.
He drove his car really fast and reached the entrance of the private hospital really quickly. After he parked his car, he ran into the hospital.
Once he went in, he saw some familiar faces and scenes that regularly appeared on televisions. There were professionals from the medical world all congregated at a small hospital; there was really something wrong.
