Tang Huai, who was on the third floor, could not help but say, "Miss Jiang Yu's words are too accurate. This bodhisattva is indeed unable to withstand a single collision."
He had borrowed Mo Long's identity just now to have the opportunity to come to the third floor, which only belonged to Mo Long.
Jiang Yu looked at the unconscious guest on the ground and his gaze suddenly turned cold. He said, "Not good! Not only does he have a heart attack, he also has epilepsy!"
As she said that, Jiang Yu quickly ran downstairs and ran to the guest's side.
The man's arm was twitching unconsciously, but the people around him did not notice it.
Jiang Yu asked, "When will the nearest hospital send an ambulance? !"
The waiter was frightened by Jiang Yu's aura and stammered, "Ten, ten minutes later..."
"Then it's too late,"J iang Yu muttered.
