"We don't know yet. We have to go to the hospital first."

After the doctor finished speaking, he got into the car.

Just as the car door was about to close, a hand suddenly reached in.

It’s Song Qingyu.

She glanced at Lu Yanzhi, who was lying on the bed, pale as a blood, and looked at the doctor with pleading eyes: "I want to go with you."

"What is your relationship to the patient?" the doctor asked businesslike.

Song Qingyu was unable to answer for a moment.

Countless answers have already emerged in my mind.

But she couldn't bring herself to say any of the answers.

"family."

At this moment, a cold and weak voice sounded.

Song Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at Lu Yanzhi who was lying on the bed. He forced his eyes open and was looking at her.

"Since you are family, come up."

The doctor nodded in agreement.

Song Qingyu didn't dare to delay and quickly climbed into the car.

The ambulance roared to life and set off.

Although they drove very fast along the way, Song Qingyu still felt it was too slow.

Her eyes were always fixed on Lu Yanzhi.

I was praying silently in my heart.

Pray that nothing happens to Lu Yanzhi.

At this moment, Song Qingyu suddenly realized that, in fact, she didn't hate Lu Yanzhi that much.

If something really happened to him, she simply couldn't stand idly by and say it had nothing to do with her.

Maybe it was because Lu Yanzhi was injured for her.

She comforted herself in this way.

Before we knew it, the car finally arrived at the hospital.

The doctors and nurses quickly got out of the car and pushed Lu Yanzhi into the emergency room.

The heavy door was slammed shut, isolating Song Qingyu from the outside. This familiar scene made her heart sink.

An ominous premonition came out.

She clenched her hands tightly.

But his body was still trembling.