"To the hospital!"
As Qin Muchuan spoke, he was already holding the child.
"Can we go to the hospital? Can you take me there? What if someone sees us? It's better not to. I'll take the child to the hospital myself!" Zhou Ziqing, crying and speaking at the same time.
Each phrase was a concern for Qin Muchuan, each one taking him into account.
Furrowing his brows, Qin Muchuan disliked her behavior. "If you're so scared of the impact it will have, scared of the impact it will have on me, why did you call me then! Weren't you trying to get me to take the child to the hospital?"
If she was truly as worried as she claimed, she should have called 120, not him.
Zhou Ziqing fell silent at being interrogated. "Yes, I am in a dilemma. I want you to help us, mother and daughter, yet I don't want you to think I'm intentionally getting close to you."
Holding the child, Qin Muchuan, quite exasperated, said, "Now is not the time to discuss these things. Get the things the child would need!"
