Wen Sheng first called 120 to notify them, then went to the cloakroom to find a change of clothes for Zhu Qingjia. Seeing her pale complexion, Wen Sheng also rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a disposable mask for her to wear.
When Zhu Qingjia was being carried onto the ambulance stretcher, she felt she had never been so embarrassed in her life. Yet, seeking help from anyone else to take her to the hospital would probably be even more embarrassing.
"Sheng sister, you mustn't tell Jiang Shifang about me being sent to the hospital by an ambulance, or else he'll laugh at me for an entire year," said Zhu Qingjia, deflated like a balloon, listlessly.
Wen Sheng's gentle voice reassured her, "Don't worry, Brother Shifang is so fond of you, how could he possibly make fun of you? It might just be a sprain, and in a few days, you'll be jumping around again."
