Xiao Zhao's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She ran towards the entrance of the scenic area with a flashlight, shouting, "I'll wait at the entrance."
Qi Xingchen was anxious and panicked. He returned to the tent, found a coat and covered Wen Ran who was lying on the ground with it.
Wen Ran closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
"Xiaoran?"
Qi Xingchen called out Wen Ran in an extremely gentle voice.
Wen Ran didn't react at all.
Wen Ran’s condition is still unclear, so Qi Xingchen doesn’t dare to pick him up from the ground rashly.
I can only pray silently in my heart.
This was the first time in his life that time felt so long.
He could only wait and do nothing.
"Make way, the medical staff are here." Xiao Zhao's shout came from outside the tent.
Qi Xingchen stood up quickly and made room for the medical staff who came in carrying a stretcher.
"What's the condition of the patient?" The doctor in a white coat walked hurriedly to the front and asked.
Jiang He, who was standing by, stepped forward to answer, "I hit my head on the stone wall while hanging on the wire during filming this afternoon."
The doctor frowned, squatted down, and used his fingers to pry open Wen Ran's eyelids to check her pupils.
Puzzled, "Why did you only call 120 now for something that happened this afternoon?"
Xiao Zhao answered first, "Sister Ran said she was fine and would be fine after a rest, so we didn't take it seriously. But after she woke up, she started to have a headache and kept vomiting, so we quickly called 921."
Xiao Zhao spoke quickly. After checking Wen Ran's vital signs, the doctor lifted him onto a stretcher.
He said to everyone: "The patient is likely to have intracranial hemorrhage, please be mentally prepared."
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