The cab pulled up to the nearest hospital.
Jiang Yue rushed into the hospital's receiving area, Jiang Xiu still cradled tightly in her arms.
Her heart pounded as she looked down at her sister—her once pink lips now tinged with an alarming shade of blue.
A sharp, cold fear gripped her chest.
"She's not breathing properly!" Jiang Yue's voice was urgent, cutting through the murmur of the waiting area.
A nurse at the reception desk immediately stood up, eyes widening at the sight of Jiang Xiu's pale, motionless form. She quickly signaled for assistance.
She barely registered the hospital staff moving toward her. All she could focus on was the unsettling stillness of Jiang Xiu in her arms.
Jiang Xiu wasn't just unwell.
She was deteriorating fast.
"What happened?" the nurse asked, already assessing Jiang Xiu's pale complexion.
