The roads were soon decongested. The taxi sped up. They were at the hospital within a few minutes.
Ye Qianqian was having trouble moving, but she still made her way out of the vehicle. Shen Zhilie quickly rushed forward to help her.
She looked down slightly and hesitantly said, "I can walk on my own."
Shen Zhilie cast her a disdainful glance and said, "Enough with that. Just walk properly then if you can't, just admit it. Who's going to laugh at you here?"
As he spoke, he pulled Ye Qianqian into his arms without giving her a chance to object and said, "I'll help you up as you walk."
With her body held tightly, Ye Qianqian felt the world spin even faster. She straightened her body and leaned against him, saying, "I can't walk."
Shen Zhilie had long expected that. In an action that could only be described as a half-clasp and half-carry, he brought her into the hospital.
It was a Saturday, and the place was pretty crowded.
