Song Qiao paused, just about to speak when Lu Jingchen had already hung up the phone.
Looking at the disconnected phone, her delicate face involuntarily furrowed, but she just stood on the roadside looking at her phone for a few seconds. She thought for a moment and then put the phone away, turning around to find a shady spot to wait.
An ambulance drove past her and immediately stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
Song Qiao put her phone in her bag and subconsciously looked towards the scene of the ambulance doors opening to bring out the patient, the voices of medical staff reaching her ears.
"A car accident occurred near the overpass, the patient has a brain injury, and due to a miscarriage, there's significant bleeding. Surgery needs to be prepared immediately..."
Just as the stretcher touched the ground, when she saw clearly the person lying on the hospital bed, her bag suddenly dropped to the ground.
