With the help of a few concerned passersby, Yun Shu was able to bring Wen Ru Qing to her car. Then, she drove over to the hospital.
Seeing her friend's face pale in pain made her anxious. Yun Shu did not know what was going on with her friend.
"Qing Qing, how are you feeling?" Yun Shu would glance at her friend every chance she got.
"It still hurts." Wen Ru Qing whimpered in pain. "Yun Shu, I think I'm about to die."
"Don't say that." Yun Shu frowned. "Why did you suddenly have a stomach ache? We ate at the night market earlier. Can it be that you have eaten something bad?"
"I don't know. Yun Shu, I ate the same thing as you."
Yun Shu tried to recall the food they ate, but could not determine which one would make Wen Ru Qing's stomach hurt.
She focused on the road again and stepped on the accelerator.
