"But what?"
Su Bingbing noticed that Chen Mu looked unwell when he spoke.
Instinctively.
She also started to feel tense.
Dr. Chen's attitude was already so serious.
Isn't that child in great danger?
Seeing Chen Mu grabbing the car keys and about to get into the driver's seat,
Su Bingbing snatched the keys, "Dr. Chen, let me drive this time."
The car with the ventilator was no longer on campus.
Using Chen Mu's car was more convenient than the campus hospital's ambulance.
Meeting Su Bingbing's concerned gaze, Chen Mu released his grip on the car keys.
Without any hesitation.
He nodded and then said, "Thank you, Reporter Su!"
Chen Mu sat in the back seat, checking his medical bag while sighing, "On one hand, it's because the patient is just too young..."
"At only four years old, drinking a mouthful of latex paint can be very toxic for a child this age."
