As expected, they said at least six thirty to arrive.
But now it's only five forty.
Almost an hour faster.
"Sigh... Previously, the doctor called us, saying Xiaoyu had a high fever. We were worried... worried so we took a cab over."
Qi Ziqiang stopped mid-sentence, glanced at his granddaughter, paused, and didn't finish the word.
Turns out the elderly couple sensed the doctor's tone was very grave.
They felt that what happened to their son on the operating table years ago wasn't just an accident.
Afraid their daughter might die on the operating table without seeing her one last time.
Even though it was far, they spent a few hundred yuan for a taxi to the hospital.
Didn't take the bus.
Because the bus was too slow, and it couldn't go directly to the hospital.
Compared to their daughter's matter, what's a bit of money, so they decisively hired a taxi from the county.
Of course, ride-hailing services are convenient now.
