"Okay!" Jiao Yang responded from the passenger seat, and the driver drove the car out of the hospital gate.
When the car drove to the hotel, Luo Xiaoqian in the back seat had already helped Leng Zimo treat the wound on his hand and wrapped it in gauze.
Several people got out of the car together, and the driver took the suitcase out of the trunk and followed it to the lobby.
Just when Yu Tong hurriedly walked out of it, she saw a few people and happily came forward to greet them.
"Xiao Qian, Mr. Leng, Mr. Jiao, you are all back, that's great!"
"Xiao Zhou and the school are fine, don't worry!" Luo Xiaoqian stopped and asked, "How is Xiao Mei?"
"I woke up just now and am sleeping now. I just sent the injured driver home. When I come back now, I just need to change clothes and replace Dr. Song and come back to rest!" Yu Tong glanced at Leng Zimo and Leng Zimo behind her.
Jiao Yang turned around and walked to the front desk, helped several people open their rooms, told them to have a good rest, handed the room card to Luo Xiaoqian, and then left and rushed to the hospital.
The group of people went upstairs together, and Luo Xiaoqian sent two of the room cards to Jiao Yang and the driver respectively, "Thank you both for tonight. It's too late. You two should take a shower first and have a good night's rest."
Jiao Yang took the room card and smiled at Luo Xiaoqian, "Okay, see you tomorrow morning!"
Watching the two of them walk to their respective rooms at the other end of the corridor, Luo Xiaoqian used the room card in her hand to open the room arranged for Leng Zimo, opened the door and walked in, "The conditions here are limited, but it is still clean..."
Just as she was mid-sentence, she was pulled over by a pair of hands and held tightly in her arms again.
Leng Zimo tightened his arms so tightly that Luo Xiaoqian felt as if all the bones in her body were about to be broken by him.
"Zimo, I'm sorry!"
She apologized quietly in his arms.
"Idiot!" Leng Zimo cursed in frustration, "I know you want to help others, but what about you, what will you do if something happens to you?"
"I'm not that great!" Luo Xiaoqian pressed her face against his chest, "That little girl's father is dead and her mother is sick. I just feel that if something happens to her, her mother will be very sad..."
Leng Zimo suddenly held her shoulders and lifted her upright from his arms.
"What about me, what should I do if something happens to you? Do you know how I felt when I saw the car buried in the mud? I really regretted it and wanted to die. I regretted why I let you come.
Here, I am so scared, really scared, what should I do if you are no longer here, Luo Xiaoqian, what do you want me to do?!"
There was anger in his eyes, but more of helplessness and distress.
This girl was in a similar situation to her. He could imagine her mood at that time. She was not wrong, but he was still very angry. He was not angry at her for saving others, but angry at her for not cherishing him.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and was speechless.
She had said these three words "I'm sorry" to him too many times.
Because she never had much confidence in front of him, she never realized that she was so important to him.
Her eyes were sore, her throat and chest were stuffy, and she could hardly breathe.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, Leng Zimo was startled and quickly relaxed his hands.
"What's wrong? Did I scare you?"
Luo Xiaoqian was speechless and just shook her head vigorously.
"What's wrong with you? Are you injured in an accident before?" Leng Zimo became more and more worried. He grabbed her wrist, turned around and rushed to the door, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital!"
