As soon as she was carried to the car, Zoe slowly put on her seat belt by herself. Seeing his face condensed, black eyes watching the road, Zoe pondered for a long time, then asked nervously, "Where are you taking me?"

"The hospital."

As soon as she heard the word hospital, Zoe's face turned white and she shook her head in panic, "No, I'm not going to the hospital. You don't take me to the hospital."

She fussed and even started to grab the steering wheel with her hands. Dylan grabbed her small hands that were moving haphazardly and reprimanded, "You're injured, you must go to the hospital."

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