Despite seeing the purse that she'd been looking for during the last couple of days, Shi Yao was more worried about Lin Jiage. "Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"
"There's no need for that…" Lin Jiage waved his hand. Then, as if he was suddenly hit by a particularly excruciating wave of pain, he clutched his bright green T-shirt so tightly that it was getting warped out of shape. "... I-I'll be fine after a while. Once I go back to the villa and get some medicine, I should be fine... Here's your purse. If there's nothing else, I-I'll be leaving n-now…"
After saying those words, Lin Jiage reached for his car door, but as if the pain had sapped him of his strength, he wasn't able to pull it open despite tugging at it for some time.
You're already in so much pain that you can't even open your own car door—how do you expect to drive back?