Cangming stopped the car at the entrance and carried Lu He Yun into the back of the car almost immediately after getting out of the car. He didn't even care about the wheelchair.
Although Lu He Yun had stopped vomiting, he was not in a good state of mind. His eyelids were heavy and kept sinking, as if he would faint at any time.
Mo Zhiyun allowed him to lean on her body and placed a bottle of mineral water on his forehead to temporarily alleviate his high fever.
&Quot; Lu Heyun, hang in there. We'll be at the hospital soon, do you hear me? "
Lu He Yun leaned on her shoulder and was so uncomfortable that he could not say a word. His breathing was rapid, and his brows were tightly furrowed. He was obviously in extreme discomfort.
Mo Zhiyun urged cangming, " hurry up ... &Quot;
Cang Ming glanced at the man in the rearview mirror and saw the worry in her eyes. Without saying a word, he stepped on the gas pedal.
At the hospital.
