I was so anxious that tears welled up in my eyes, then I hurriedly called Mu Zisong.
"What should we do? Tang Xiao vomited blood. Did you drive your car here? Let's send him to the hospital!"
Mu Zisong snorted and said, "That's just right. If he died, wouldn't you be able to get together with that Mr. Tao then?"
Despite saying these words, he did not slow down his actions. I helped Tang Xiao on to his back, and the both of us worked together to bring him downstairs.
Mu Zisong quickly started the car. Meanwhile, I supported Tang Xiao in the backseat as he lay gently in my arms while being covered in cold sweat. I touched his forehead with my hand, which was made wet by the sweat on his forehead.