The car smoothly made its way to the hospital, as Uncle Wen had already called ahead to alert the emergency department, informing them that a severely injured patient was on their way.
Uncle Wen looked down at Gu Huanhuan, whose cheeks were swollen and who had fallen asleep from exhaustion in his arms, and couldn't help but tremble holding her.
Really, he dared not imagine what would have happened if they had been even a little slower—he might have lost her.
He had checked every single camera on each road leading from the filming location. Only after Dou Dou woke up and the police called him did he hurry over—if he had been any later, he might not have seen her in this condition.
His hand involuntarily tightened slightly, and he didn't want to speak right now, fearing that if he opened his mouth, the fury and panic he was desperately suppressing would burst out like a flood.
