Logan Johnson coughed, wanting to continue speaking.
But due to the poisoning, his pale lips began to turn black and purple.
Ellie Doyle frowned, "Can you say less? Did I say I can't cure you?"
She looked up, staring at the people who came with Logan Johnson, "Is there a car? Take him to the hospital."
The blond, blue-eyed young man was breathing rapidly, his speech slightly trembling. He squatted down, directly hoisted Logan Johnson onto his back, and said to Ellie Doyle, "I've already called an ambulance. On the way to the hospital from here, we should be able to meet up with the ambulance."
"I will carry the adult to the car now."
Ellie Doyle nodded and stood up too.
On the ground, those assassins who had just moved to attack were now under control by Logan Johnson's men.
Ellie Doyle calmed down a bit, she stared at little Han who was still standing barefoot on the ground.