The police officer also used a loudspeaker to announce the information.
When Lu Qin returned to the car, she noticed that the man in the back seat was showing signs of waking up.
“Hey, you woke up so early—could there be something that’s bothering you?” The man’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
Then he lost consciousness again.
Lu Qin: “…” The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and reassured the frightened little girl, “Don’t worry; your boyfriend’s condition shouldn ‘t be serious—it’s probably just low blood sugar.” Lu Qin was taken aback: “What?” The driver kept close behind the police patrol car and added, “The hospital is right here. Have you called 120? Don’t think men are thin—they’re actually quite heavy, made up of muscle and bone. Given your small stature, you probably can’t move him easily.” Lu Qin waved awkwardly: “He’s not my boyfriend.” The driver turned back in surprise; before she could say anything, the ambulance arrived.
“Send the person inside immediately.” Lu Qin originally intended to take the individual to the hospital and leave. However, both the patrol officer and the female driver were kind-hearted; they went to call a doctor and explained the situation thoroughly, making it inappropriate for her to depart prematurely.
The doctor and nurse rushed out carrying the stretcher; just as they were about to lift the patient onto it, the unconscious man’s eyelashes twitched slightly, and his eyes opened.
He initially felt confused, but immediately regained clarity upon seeing the doctors and nurses surrounding him.
“Hospital?” His voice was somewhat hoarse.
The doctors and nurses were taken aback; they seemed not to expect him to wake up so quickly.
Mo Senling stood up, swaying his body twice before steadying himself: “I’m fine; I just have mild hypoglycemia.” The doctors and nurses exchanged glances.
In the end, the stretcher was retrieved.
A nurse, concerned about his condition, specifically reminded him before leaving: “In case of hypoglycemia, you can receive an intravenous glucose infusion.” Mo Senlin responded with a nod.
The man lifted his eyelid and saw a girl standing not far away, wearing a pink, plush pajama. She was petite with skin as white as snow, and her clear, innocent eyes reflected deep concern and care.
Mo Forest looked at her and blinked; suddenly he remembered that he had briefly awakened a few seconds earlier and that what he had seen seemed to be this very girl.
“Was it you who brought me to the hospital?” Lu Qin was at a loss for words: “Well, sort of yes, but not exactly—this kind-hearted sister actually offered not to charge us for transportation.” She immediately pulled the woman over and positioned her in front of her.
“Well, it’s nothing—just an act of bravery!” The elder sister was cheerful and didn’t take the small amount of money seriously. “Young man, you’re already here at the hospital; I think you should go in for a check-up.” Mo Senlin nodded and reached into his pocket.
The wallet was still there; he took out a few bills and handed them to the female driver, his expression sincere: “Thank you.” She didn’t refuse—since he’d already given them, she agreed to keep using them.
That’s exactly what she does for a living.
Moreover, young people nowadays generally dislike owing favors to others.
She answered the call, and only then did they feel relieved.
Only when everyone had left did Lu Qin feel truly embarrassed—especially as passersby around her kept glancing at her pink pajamas.
She cleared her throat and said, “Well, could you lend me some money?” Mo Senlin looked up and replied, “Um?” Lu Qin circled the ground with her toes while keeping her head lowered: “I went out to dispose of trash but didn’t bring any money; I can’t go back now.” She walked back.