Song Qiao paused, just as she was about to speak, Lu Jingchen had already hung up the call.
Looking at the phone that had just been hung up, her delicate little face couldn't help but slightly furrow its delicate brows, but she just stood on the roadside and looked at her phone for a few dozen seconds, then she thought about it and still put the phone away, directly turning around to look for a shady place to wait.
An ambulance drove right past her, then suddenly stopped at the hospital entrance.
Song Qiao put her phone in her bag, subconsciously looked toward the ambulance as they were opening the rear door to bring down the patient, hearing the medical staff's voices.
"An accident happened at the overpass, the patient has a head injury, is bleeding heavily from a miscarriage, we need to prepare for surgery immediately..."
It was at the moment when the stretcher touched the ground, when she saw clearly the person lying on the stretcher, her bag suddenly dropped to the ground.
