"Qiaoqiao." Amo raised his hand, his slender fingers falling on her tear-streaked face, gently trailing from her eyes to her cheeks, down to her fair neck, finally letting out a helpless sigh, "You're about to cry a river."
The ambulance rushed urgently, but Qiaoqiao still leaned towards the window, shouting ahead, "Driver, can you go faster?"
"Ms. Qiao, please don't worry." The hospital staff in the car comforted, "Even if Mr. Gu has alcohol poisoning, it won't be life-threatening."
"But why is Gu Xu's face so cold?" Qiaoqiao crouched down by Gu Xu's side again, gently wiping his face, touching his hand, finding them cold to the touch.
Only when her fingers felt the normal rhythm of his breath did she let out a sigh of relief.
The doctor then said, "Judging from his condition, it could be alcohol poisoning, or it could be acute gastric perforation, or gastrointestinal bleeding."
Half an hour later, Gu Xu was admitted to Minsheng Hospital.
