"Ah, what should we do?"
Wu Xiaoxia was momentarily at a loss for ideas, and asked again.
"I think, we should still head to the hospital."
Zhang Xiaowei didn't think twice before shifting the responsibility to the hospital.
But Liu Xinyu, upon hearing that they needed to go to the hospital, was completely unwilling.
"No way, what if we go there and the doctors insist on making me have surgery?"
As she spoke, a rustling noise came from inside, and Liu Xinyu emerged from the restroom, frowning and supported by Wu Xiaoxia.
"Xiaowei, please think of something, I really don't dare to go to the hospital."
Faced with her plea, Zhang Xiaowei shook his head helplessly, "I truly have no solution, after all, this is a delicate task. I don't have proper tools on hand, and even if I'm willing to help, I simply don't have the conditions."
What Zhang Xiaowei said was his true sentiment.
Apart from silver needles, he really had nothing else with him.
