"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'? We need to go to the hospital right now!" Ye Qiao grabbed his arm, "You're vomiting blood!"
"It's not..."
"Shut up!" She pulled Ji Mo to his feet and wiped the stain from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "Wait for me in the hallway!"
With urgent words, she immediately dashed over, grabbed her purse and his coat, hastily pulled out several banknotes from her wallet to hand to a waiter she encountered, and hurriedly dragged Ji Mo out of the restaurant.
By this time, Ji Mo had already felt much better, and he turned to reassure her.
"I really am fine, I felt better after throwing up!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" She hailed a taxi, furrowed her eyebrows, and pushed him into the back seat. Before she even sat down properly, she ordered the driver, "Take us to the nearest hospital, and please, hurry!"
Soon, the car pulled up outside the emergency center of the hospital.
