The car hadn't even come to a complete stop.
Qiao Xi directly opened the car door and dashed toward the emergency room.
The sound of wind roared in her ears; she clutched her chest, gasping for air, her throat dry and raw, filled with the metallic taste of blood.
Her legs felt as though they were weighed down with lead, yet she kept running desperately.
Her mind was devoid of any random thoughts — all she wanted was to see Huo Xingzhou as soon as possible.
Seeing him would be enough.
The hospital was crowded, and she ran shakily, often bumping into others.
Some short-tempered people cursed directly at her.
"Are you blind!"
"Rushing to die, huh?"
"I'm sorry."
Qiao Xi could barely make a sound.
Her eyes were red-rimmed.
"Apologies."
"Sorry, please make way."
She squeezed into the dense crowd in the emergency room, searching frantically.
