Ye Xinluo's body stiffened, not daring to move. She just stayed with him, and soon the bodyguard returned with a damp towel in his hand, handing it to her and saying, "Miss Ye, please help Young Master wipe his forehead!"
She took the towel and wiped his forehead. At this moment, Beichen Rui's forehead was already seeping with fine beads of sweat, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was in great discomfort.
"Beichen Rui, don't sleep yet, let me chat with you for a while. We're almost there, I'll take you to the hospital soon."
Turning to look at the two bodyguards, she spoke, "Could you contact an ambulance? He needs to go to the hospital in this condition."
Judging by Beichen Rui's current state, it seemed like there might be a problem with his injury, and if not sent to the hospital in time, it could be very dangerous.
