One car wasn't enough, and since Li Xiangyang had to be transported lying down, he could only go with one person.
Cheng Jingxue cleared the way and gestured for them to hurry up: "We'll hail another car and be right there, you go ahead."
Sun Nan nodded and then, as if suddenly remembering something, called out urgently, "Money, money, money, I don't have any money. Quick, who has money?" They weren't naive heirs ignorant of the ways of the world; in these times, without money, there were plenty who died because they couldn't get medical treatment. Here, their faces wouldn't count for anything; hospitals only gave treatment once they saw the money. Otherwise, even if he were to kneel on the ground and beg, they wouldn't treat him, wasting precious time that could have been used for rescue.
