"Xiao Ye?"
Xiao Ye's eyes were closed. He seemed to be out of breath.
He said he was fine! He could not delay any longer. Even if he did not go to the hospital... Tong Wenya bit her lips, took out her phone, and called Nangong Zhe.
"Nangong Zhe, can you let your private doctor come to my apartment?"
"Are you sick?"
"Not me, but a friend of mine," said Wang Yao.
Nangong Zhe was silent for a few seconds. Tong Wenya thought he did not want to help. "If it is not convenient, I will think of another way."
"What illness?"
"External injuries."
"Dr. Liu will be here in 20 minutes," said Wang Yao.
"Thank you!" The phone was off. Why did Nangong Zhe seem angry?
No matter what, it was more important to take care of Xiao Ye.