"Uncle, how long before you arrive?" Lin Jiao, who was rushing to the hospital, looked at the time.
Pei Zhi turned on the turn signal. "Right away."
He drove along the not-so-wide street to Tongji Hospital and stopped under the inpatient department.
The hospital was wrapped in darkness, giving off a sense of desolation.
In the empty corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.
"Yilan." Lin Jiao glanced at the bed and asked in a low voice, "How is he?"
"He had just done the gastric lavage."
"Is it serious?"
"Nothing serious at the moment."
Pei Yilan wrapped the blanket around her tighter.
She looked at Jiang Ye, who was in a deep sleep, and the scene that happened in the hotel appeared before her eyes again.
"Jiaojiao." She held the paper cup with both hands. "You have no idea how disgusting that woman is!"
"She forcefully did it with Jiang Ye?"
"She almost made it."
