Song Yinyin anxiously stared at the injuries on Lu Jihan's body, feeling her heart clench tightly.
Looking at the blood streaming down Lu Jihan's arm, she felt her vision turn red and her mind become dizzy.
Suddenly, from his thin, handsome lips, he let out a sentence: "If you don't leave now, I'm afraid I'll bleed out."
She shivered: "Why don't we go to a nearby hospital first..."
"Back to the mansion!"
"But..."
"If you don't shut up now, I'll kiss you!"
Song Yinyin was angry too; how could he refuse to go to the hospital looking like this? Afraid that by the night, the blood on his arm would have all flowed away.
She hardened her expression, shouting, just as she did at Song Dabai, "You shut up! Right now you're the patient, and I'm your guardian. You have to listen to me and go to the hospital immediately!"
Saying that, she released the handbrake, started the engine, and slammed down on the accelerator.
Vroom—
