It took a moment for her to process the words. Slowly, her mind raced, connecting the dots.
She had bought the oil on her own the last time.
Her pulse quickened. "Oh my god… I really didn't know. I'm so sorry!" She grabbed his arm, panic flooding her voice as she searched his face for any sign of relief. "What should I do? What can I do?"
Wu Yuxuan shook his head, still trying to maintain control. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, though it did little to help ease the tension in his body. "I don't have an epipen here."
Her blood ran cold at his words.
No epipen.
She had no idea what she was supposed to do, and his struggle to breathe seemed to grow worse by the second.
"Let's get you to a hospital." Chen Lin's voice cracked as she practically yanked him towards the door, her heart pounding.
His breathing was still uneven, his pulse too rapid, and every second wasted felt like another moment closer to disaster.
