"Ah?"
The man grabbed by Chu Xinian emitted a frightened wail, refusing without hesitation, "Sir, you're seriously injured, not going to the hospital could be life-threatening."
"That's my business, not yours to decide!" Chu Xinian's throat itched, and he coughed up some blood, "Take me there, immediately!"
"No, no."
The man shakily took out his phone, dialed the emergency number 120, hurriedly reporting the address and situation to the other end, "Please send someone over right away; I suspect he may have a brain injury, speaking illogically, it's really frightening."
"Okay, please try to calm the patient down, we'll be there soon."
The gentle voice of the nurse soothed the man's panicked emotions.
He hung up and painstakingly advised, "Sir, you might not realize it, but your behavior is unusual right now, please stay calm and don't move recklessly; it was my fault for hitting you, I'm willing to take responsibility, but you have to cooperate, right?"
