Chapter 37: Ask for help

This night, some people are happy, some are sad, some are singing and dancing, but some are holding a group of dying lives, and they are heartbroken.
The evening breeze was cold, and there was a cloud of dark clouds over the sky, and the stars were invisible.
There was a major car accident on the road in the center street of Fu'an District, Lucheng.
After a small passenger car knocked down a young girl to the ground, the driver escaped.
At this time, many people gathered here.
The big guy looked at the two girls on the ground.
One was holding the other, the uninjured one, whose clean white dress was dyed a dazzling bright red.
"Ding Baoyi...Ding Baoyi, don't die, you can't die, you hear me?!"
Yannian held her whole person.
She felt that she could feel the same, and it was so painful, she stretched out her hand to cover the bleeding part of Ding Baoyi's chest, but she couldn't cover it no matter what.
The palms are warm and piping hot.
Her clear eyes were stained with panic and helplessness, and the shuttle patrolled the standing pedestrians.
"Ambulance...Is an ambulance called?"
"I called, but there was also a car accident ahead of the road. Now the traffic jam on the road is tight, and the ambulance does not know when it will come!
"what?!"
Yan Nian Wow-she cried out, and the cold liquid dripped down her cheeks to the ground. At this moment, she was just a child who was afraid of losing a friend and helpless.
"Then what should I do? Who of you will save her?! Please save her!"
The big guy looked at each other.
No one wants to see a young and lively life fade away, but how-
"Only a doctor can save her, none of us..."
Doctors……
Yep!
Doctors!
Yan Nian trembled, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and called Jiang Beiyuan.
Her fingers were trembling, and she took a deep breath, forcing herself to press the ON button.
Three seconds, the call is connected.
"Wife?"
"Jiang Beiyuan, Jiang Beiyuan..."
She began to cry, sobbing silently, like a throat, with tears on her face.
Listening to her crying voice, the other end was anxious, but also calm, "What's the matter?"
"Ding Baoyi...she, she had a car accident...a lot of blood...a lot...what should I do, traffic jam now...can't come...ambulance..."
Talking intermittently, her voice was shaking.
He could imagine that she must be very scared and helpless now.
Compared to being overwhelmed by words and thoughts, Jiang Beiyuan's voice was calm and firm, revealing the power to soothe others, saying, "Location, tell me."
"Central Street... left... the road..."
"Okay, I see, it will be over in three minutes! Don't panic now, now put her on the ground, check her wound, and tell me on the phone."
Holding the phone in one hand, Jiang Beiyuan opened the car door, put the medicine box on his back, and ran towards Zhongxin Street.
By coincidence, he did not have an operation tonight, and drove through the store, thinking that his birthday was approaching, and thinking about preparing her birthday presents in advance.
Although this girl is heartless, she can't wait to use him as a "shared bicycle", he is angry with her, usually just the next day, not really angry.
Then I saw Yan Nian and Ding Baoyi at the entrance of the movie theater.
The two little sisters were teaching a man with their teeth and claws.
That man should be Ding Baoyi's boyfriend.
He was originally mixed in the crowd, watching her with great interest in teaching people like Xiaotaimei, and then he heard her say, "Jiang Beiyuan is not good except for being handsome!"
to make.
After marrying her back, he didn't let her do any housework. She did the cooking voluntarily and it didn't count.
Petting her and loving her, the florist secretly finds someone to help her attract customers, so they almost hold it in the palm of their hand like a bodhisattva, okay?
He got angry, turned and left.
After all, there is nothing wrong with her, it is impossible to rush up and question her, "Am I treating you badly?"
Dr. Jiang couldn't do this kind of thing.
After walking around the store, I found that there was nothing suitable for making gifts. I was about to drive away, so I received a call from Yannian.
This is fate.