Ji Changmu ran through several red lights, but there was still some time before the hospital. When he looked at Qiao Muyuan beside him, his heart felt like it was being pressed by a boulder, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

Qiao Muyuan in the passenger seat was pitifully talking nonsense with her eyes closed. She could no longer move and could only kick her calves, which made the car seem to be shaking.

Her cheeks were blushing, an abnormal red color, her long eyelashes were covered with watery mist, and she was crying a lot.

Ji Changmu held the steering wheel with one hand and handed over one of his arms: "Qiao Muyuan, bite me if you can't help it."

Qiao Muyuan really couldn't bear it anymore, so she bit Ji Changmu's arm hard.

Ji Changmu endured the pain and drove with one hand, looking straight ahead.

We're almost at the hospital.

Ji Changmu's heart clenched. He knew that Qiao Muyuan was timid and afraid of pain. She was now undergoing such tremendous torture, which was like gouging her body with a knife.

"Qiao Muyuan, we're almost at the hospital. It's okay."

She made a "whimpering" sound, which was painful and unbearable.

Ji Changmu was suffering.

"Qiao Muyuan, hold on, I'll take you to eat hot pot in a few days."

At this moment, Ji Changmu was not sure whether her body would be affected. Also, what kind of medicine did the man give Qiao Muyuan? If there was something wrong with her...

Ji Changmu closed his eyes, not daring to think about it, and his fingers trembled slightly for a few seconds.

The car drove smoothly on the road until he saw the huge sign of the hospital, and Ji Changmu's breathing became rapid again.

After parking the car, he hugged Qiao Muyuan and ran to the emergency room!

The little girl in his arms felt hot all over. She bit his arm. His arm was covered with teeth marks and traces of congestion, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

She was running a high fever, and if Ji Changmu hadn't tied her up, she might have even done something bad to herself.

He sent Qiao Muyuan to the doctor, and the doctor immediately drew her blood. After listening to Ji Changmu's explanation of what happened, the doctor seemed to have an idea and gave Qiao Muyuan an injection.

Ji Changmu knew that she was afraid of injections, so he sat on the sofa and hugged her tightly, pressing her hard.

Despite this, the little girl still cried loudly and screamed very miserably.

Ji Changmu's usually calm features had a sad expression, and his brows were knitted together: "Don't be afraid, A Yuan, I'm here."

This was the first time he called her "A Yuan". After making this agreement before, he felt that this name was too rustic and too intimate, so he refused to call her. Today, in desperation, he really wanted to call her A Yuan.

His little girl is beautiful and fragile, like fragile porcelain. She needs to be carefully cared for, not like tonight.

When Ji Changmu thought of this, he felt that those two shots were too few. If the man was not dead, he would definitely add a few more shots in the future.

Qiao Muyuan shouted in pain, her hands had been untied, and when she had nowhere to put them, she grabbed Ji Changmu's chest.

There were traces of her scratches all over his body through his clothes.

The little girl's face was covered with tears and she couldn't wipe them away.

Ji Changmu scrambled to coax him, but there was nothing he could do.

"Brother Changmu...Brother Changmu..." She cried and called his name over and over again.

The effects of the medicine hadn't worn off yet, but she still wanted to hug him and take off his clothes.

Ji Changmu wrapped her little hand in his palm: "A Yuan, A Yuan, just get the injection and you'll be fine."
Chapter completed!