"Quick, stop the car! Wu Bin is in trouble!"
It wasn't that He Bingbing was overreacting; Wu Bin's condition was truly frightening at that moment.
Wu Bin, his face pale, held onto the handle with one hand and the moment the door opened, he burst out and started vomiting violently.
Wu Bin's vomiting was excessively dramatic, as if he was trying to expel his lungs.
The TV station's accompanying doctor rushed up to examine Wu Bin immediately.
He Bingbing asked anxiously, "Master Wang, could Wu Bin have been entangled by some filthy thing?"
Wang Xing shook his head and said, "No, there's nothing dirty on him; it must be a problem with his body."
"Unfortunately, I am not skilled in medicine. I can deal with simple headaches and fevers."
As soon as Wang Xing finished speaking, He Bingbing heard the accompanying doctor emit a sharp alarm.
"Adrenaline toxicity! Quick, bring over the defibrillator!"
"Contact the nearest hospital, prepare for emergency transport!"