Fortunately, Song Shuheng was at a nearby restaurant and came over with a single phone call.
Together, they managed to send Yi Zhuo to the hospital.
The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was still sharp and pungent. The moment she stepped into the ward, Chang Xuyu's stomach churned.
Forcing down the urge to vomit, she sat on the bench outside the ward, tears uncontrollably welling up in her eyes.
Chang Xuyu knew that silently repenting in her heart over and over would do nothing for Yi Zhuo inside the ward.
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