The ambulance wailed toward the hospital, in which, Su Lu tightly held Zhao Xiaole's hand.
Her hand seemed even colder than Zhao Xiaole's.
The ambulance was equipped with emergency devices and medications, and Zhao Xiaole immediately received treatment. The medication was fast-acting, and, in reality, his condition was gradually improving.
The young female doctor comforted Su Lu, "Sister, don't worry. As long as the allergy is managed promptly, it won't cause any harm."
Su Lu nodded blankly, staying silent.
The female doctor, seeing that Su Lu was beautiful, knew that people are visual creatures. Naturally, they tend to be more gentle with beautiful people.
Seeing that Su Lu was still out of sorts, the doctor squeezed her hand, "Sister, really, don't be afraid. Children have strong vitality and their recovery is naturally better than that of adults."
Her hand was warm, and Su Lu turned to look at her.
