"No..."
Chen Mu, who answered the phone, incredulously poked his ear.
This was the first time in his career that he doubted if there was something wrong with his hearing.
"Did you just say..."
"He Congming swallowed what?"
The male student's voice on the other end, tinged with tears, spoke again, "He Congming swallowed fire and burned his throat."
"We've already called 120. In his condition, going to the hospital would just mean waiting in line, so 120 suggested that if the school has a clinic, it would be best to treat him there first."
Chen Mu sighed.
He looked at Driver He beside him, "Old He, how much longer until we get back?"
Driver He's lips corners were harder to control than ak's.
"Five minutes! Give me five minutes, and I'll get the car to the school clinic for you."
Chen Mu sighed again, holding the phone as he said, "Student, did you hear that? We'll be at the school clinic in five minutes."
