"I'm fine, let's hurry to the hospital," she said nonchalantly.
By this time, An Xin had also run off, but she had no desire to chase after her; she only wanted to get this child to the hospital.
The man gave her a look, didn't say anything, and helped her into the car.
They quickly arrived at the hospital, and the little boy was still crying ceaselessly, regardless of how An Ruo tried to comfort him, he wouldn't listen.
When the doctor was stitching up his wound, he was so scared that he cried even louder and struggled non-stop.
Hearing his crying made An Ruo feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Sweetheart, don't cry, don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all," she held him tightly, comforting him gently, but the little guy kept crying as if he couldn't hear her.
"Let me hold him," said the man who had brought them to the hospital, stepping forward.
An Ruo instinctively refused, "No need, I can manage."
