The flow of pedestrians on the road increased and the car moved slowly forward. Zhuang Shuqing gave up struggling, hoping he would take her to the hospital, and if necessary, she could seek help from the hospital director.
However, five minutes later, the car abruptly braked, and because Zhuang Shuqing didn't have her seatbelt fastened, she was thrown forward violently. She instinctively protected her left hand, but her forehead still got injured.
"F!"
Si Nanchen cursed, rolled down the window, and flipped off the car blocking his way, "Such a lack of manners." He then turned to look at the passenger beside him, only to notice Zhuang Shuqing holding her forehead in pain.
"Got hurt?"
"Yeah."
"He's lucky, I'll take you to..."
Si Nanchen's voice came to an abrupt halt because at that moment, his collar was grabbed by a large hand. He turned his head to look and it was the man from the hospital who had fought with him over Zhuang Shuqing!
