"You can't stop here," the driver replied.
Ye Rumeng's head was spinning badly. "Stop..." she strongly demanded.
The driver glanced back at her, testing the waters: "Miss, are you really okay?"
Ye Rumeng forced herself to endure the discomfort, "I want to get off, stop the car!"
"No, I can't stop here. Let me take you to the hospital."
Suddenly feeling nauseous, Ye Rumeng couldn't muster the energy to speak.
She covered her mouth and chest, her face pale and sweating.
Seeing her condition, the driver was a bit frightened; he didn't want any trouble.
"Miss, just hold on. I'll get you to the hospital."
Ye Rumeng was still feeling terrible.
At this moment, they were stuck in heavy traffic, and the car could barely move.
Ye Rumeng finally couldn't hold it any longer, "Stop, I need to throw up..."
Just then, the car reached the side of the bridge.
