"I'm sorry, I was distracted just now and accidentally bumped into you. I'll take you to the hospital first. Rest assured, whatever the consequences, I'll take responsibility."
A little blood was frothing at the corners of his mouth. The man selling his blood just raised his hand to signal he was still alive. At the same time, he threw out a rain-soaked bill of the people's currency and said, "Take me to Jinxiu Garden, hurry, don't let them catch up." It was."
"But you..."
Qiu Juan was worried and said, "You're seriously injured. If you're not treated in time, it could be life-threatening."
At first, I felt a bit weak. Qiu Yun's question, which rhymed, made the bloody man angry. He even exhaled heavily and shouted, "I'll make you go to that magnificent garden, you're talking so much nonsense!"
Qiu Juan broke the car then pressed the accelerator, saying, "Alright."
"If anyone stops you, just tell them, I am Yun Zhengqing."
