After getting into the car, Zhao Rui finally couldn't help but lie on Zhao Fan's shoulder, and sobbed in a low voice with some fear.

"Didn't you say that you should wait for me at home? I'm such a big person, and I don't have any luggage, where do I need you to pick it up?" Zhao Fan rubbed Zhao Rui's head dotingly, and said softly.

"Why can't I come to pick you up? You don't want us, and we are not allowed to remember you? How can you be so ruthless? In five or six years, you don't even have a phone, do you know how many tears your parents wiped behind their backs? Ask yourself, haven't they treated you better than me for so many years?" Zhao Rui also cried with tears on her face regardless of the presence of outsiders.

Zhao Fan and Zhao Rui are not biological brothers and sisters.

The day after his eighteenth birthday, his father, a middle-aged man with thick black-rimmed glasses and a somewhat old-fashioned look, made an exception and got drunk with him and told him about it himself.

Five years after Zhao Aiguo and his wife got married, they adopted Zhao Fan in an orphanage because they had never given birth. Later, with the improvement of the family's economic conditions and the couple's health, they had Zhao Rui, their biological daughter, who was seven years old at that time.

Zhao Rui is right, Zhao Aiguo and his wife have never changed their attitude towards Zhao Fan because of her birth, but they have treated him better than before. If Zhao Aiguo hadn't said this matter personally, Zhao Fan would never have been able to imagine that his parents, who were so good to him, were not his biological parents.

Zhao Aiguo and his wife took care of him meticulously, Zhao Fan had always been in poor health when he was young, and the couple almost scattered their family wealth and searched for famous doctors everywhere. If it weren't for the almost despair in the end, he wouldn't even give birth to Zhao Rui's sister.

Maybe it's this kind of pampering that makes him so unable to withstand the wind and rain. The betrayal of his girlfriend and the blow of his life experience made him almost jump off the bridge.

"Are they all okay?" Zhao Fan asked softly in a somewhat dry tone, although the tempering of life and death cannot make people fully understood, but after all, it will make people grow at a very fast speed. The body is the parents of the skin, but the grace of nurturing is even greater than the sky!

"You don't know how to go back and see it?" Zhao Rui obviously had anger in his heart, and said with a cold face.

There was silence in the car.

"Young man, just look at your skills, you know that you should have been a soldier, are you changing jobs now?" The old man sitting in the front row heard the conversation between the two and opened his mouth to break the embarrassment.

"Sort of!" Zhao Fan nodded, he had no intention of explaining this misunderstanding.

Seriously, he is indeed a soldier, but he is not the kind of soldier that the old man imagined.

"It's not easy to find a job now! Even if you are a soldier who has changed jobs, it is difficult to find a good job if you don't have a deep relationship! Our company's security department is also recruiting people during this time, and there is no problem for people like you to work in our company under such conditions, if the job search is not smooth, you can also come and try!" The old man didn't pay much attention to his answer, and handed over an antique business card as he spoke.

I don't know what material the business card is made of, but I feel delicate and flexible in my hand, and the wood-colored business card has a black fan and white auspicious clouds.

Such a delicate business card, but the content is very simple, with only one name and one phone number.

"Fang Wenzheng, are you Mr. Fang Wenzheng, the chairman of Wenzheng Group?" Zhao Fan hadn't spoken yet, but Zhao Rui, who saw the name on the business card, snorted softly, covered his mouth and looked at the old man and asked.

"A small estate is not worth mentioning, if there are no iron-blooded soldiers like your brother and them to guard the security of the country, where will we have a stable life!" the old man smiled humbly and shook his head.

Zhao Fan glanced up at Fang Wenzheng, no matter whether he was sincere or not, at least it seemed that the three views were still very positive.

He heard Fang Wenzheng's solicitation, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to refuse, he faintly heard a screeching brake sound in his ears.

The probing technique naturally began, and everything within a radius of five hundred meters appeared in his eyes, and then he saw the sight of a large truck rushing out of control from the left side at the intersection ahead.

Years of life and death grind made his body bounce up like a spring, directly through the gap in the front seat, and reached out to press the Maybach's handbrake button.

"What are you doing?" the driver was not slow to react, and as he rushed from the back, he stepped on the brakes and let out a roar of rage.

The sedan made a sharp noise, slid out of a distance of several tens of meters, and stopped in the middle of the road. The vehicles that couldn't brake at the back were rear-ended all the way, and the sound of banging continued, and I don't know how many cars crashed together.

An even sharper grinding sound sounded outside the car, and the large truck full of goods soon swayed and writhed from the left side of the intersection ahead, and then there was a loud rumbling bang.

The unknown driver and Fang Wenzheng were attracted by this movement, and then they saw a large cargo like a hill overturned on its side, and a truck full of goods was spilled all over the road.

The terrifying screeching sound of friction has not stopped, the sound of impact and splintering has been heard one after another, and I don't know how many vehicles have crashed into each other in front of me.

The big cargo slid out of a distance of dozens of meters on the slippery road, smashed countless guardrails, and barely stopped, and the road ahead was already a mess!

The position where the large truck rolled over was less than ten meters away from the Maybach where several people were riding.

There was silence in the car, the driver was covered with cold sweat, and Zhao Rui in the back seat was even more frightened and cried.

If Zhao Fan hadn't noticed it in time and stopped decisively, I was afraid that the people in the car would not even be able to find the intact corpse in the end. No matter how high-end the car is, there is no resistance in front of such a behemoth as a speeding truck.

Returning to the back row and hugging Zhao Rui, who was overly frightened, Zhao Fan glanced at it casually, and found that when he felt the danger, the big truck was not in sight at all, and it was at least three or four hundred meters away from their car. Under normal circumstances, there is no possibility of escape when such a thing happens.

"If it weren't for the fact that the range of the exploration technique was increased to five hundred meters after the upgrade, maybe I would have really explained it here!" Zhao Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was very grateful to the system in his heart.

"Chairman, how are you?" The shocked brother and sister heard the driver's crying voice, looked up, and saw Fang Wen holding his chest with his hands, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his eyes were closed with a look of extreme pain.

The driver on the side was hurriedly taking the medicine and stuffing it into his mouth, but at this moment, Fang Wenzheng seemed to be almost dying, and he couldn't swallow it at all, and the driver's sweat, who was already covered with cold sweat, kept dripping down his cheeks.

Something so big happened that many people got out of the car and walked to the front to check the situation. This Maybach stopped at a critical moment, which can be said to have saved many lives, and everyone looked here with some curiosity.

"Dial 120, this old man has a heart attack!" saw Fang Wenzheng's situation from the rolled down window, and someone immediately shouted.

"I can't swallow the quick-acting heart-saving pill, and the old man is only afraid that he won't be able to survive this level!" someone whispered with a solemn face.

Zhao Fan's face in the back row changed slightly, and he quickly took out a small bag from his bag, opened the door and rushed to the front row.

"I'm a doctor from Xiling Central Hospital, let me take a look!" A calm voice came from the crowd, and when everyone heard that there was a doctor here, they quickly made way of a passage.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray square neck and short sleeves with thin-rimmed glasses quickly ran to Zhao Fan's side, reaching out to pull him away. found that Zhao Fan didn't move at all as if he had taken root under his feet, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Isn't this Dean Tang of the Central Hospital? The old man is really blessed with a great fate, and he can actually meet Dean Tang at such a time, and now he can be saved!" After seeing the middle-aged doctor with some open tops and slightly gray hair, he patted his head and screamed in surprise with his face.

"Dean Tang, he is a cardiovascular expert in the Central Hospital, Dean Tang Xiaojing! This is too coincidental, the old man is really fate!" This person named Tang Xiaojing seemed to be very famous, and soon someone said happily.

"Hurry up and put the seat flat!" Zhao Fan didn't pay attention to Tang Xiaojing who was standing beside him at all, and said to the driver in a deep voice while reaching out to hold Fang Wenzheng's pulse. After a few shocks, the driver was already a little dispossessed, and when he heard Zhao Fan's command, he subconsciously put down the front seat.

"You get out of the way, can't you see that the patient's life is in danger, why don't you hurry up and do cardiac resuscitation?" Seeing that Fang Wenzheng's breathing began to become weak, Tang Xiaojing also looked very anxious. Stretched out his hand again and pushed Zhao Fan to the side, and yelled in a somewhat stiff tone.

"Young man, this is President Tang Xiaojing, a cardiovascular expert from Xiling Central Hospital. Get out of the way, with him, the old man's life has been saved!" Some people thought that Zhao Fan was not worried about Tang Xiaojing, and while stretching out his hand to push him aside, he enthusiastically explained.

"If even I can't be saved, no one else can be saved!" Zhao Fan said lightly, without even turning his head back, and quickly unfolded the small bag in his hand on the driver's seat of the car.

The pouch is a needle sac with nine silver needles neatly arranged inside.

"Are you crazy? Do you know who Dean Tang is? He was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, has studied in Britain, France, and the United States, and has published countless papers in the "World Medicine" magazine. ”

"Even if you don't talk about this, with Dean Tang's decades of medical experience, where is there such a stunned young man?"

"Is it okay to take people's lives? Young man, do you know what the consequences you will have to bear if something happens? With Dean Tang here, the old man's life is definitely saved, and he actually doesn't let people save people? Do you still want to use a few needles to save people?"

"There's something wrong with this person, right? He still dares to mess around with things that matter to his life! That silver needle looks brand new at first glance, who knows where he learned a little fur, and then he dares to save people? Can he afford to have an accident?"

"Can't you hear you if you get out of the way? Seeing that you have also studied medicine, the patient has reached the point of dying, and you need immediate first aid, you can't see it? If you wantonly delay the best rescue time and let the old man lose the chance to survive, I, Tang Xiaojing, will never let go of an executioner like you who disregards human life!" Tang Xiaojing was also angry, grabbed Zhao Fan's shoulders with both hands and wanted to pull him away, and yelled with a blue face.

In the face of everyone's scolding, Zhao Fan's face did not change in the slightest, his feet were still motionless as if he had taken root, and he calmly reached out to untie Fang Wenzheng's Tang jacket.

"What's the matter with you? The chairman is so dangerous now, why don't you hurry up and get out of the way? The cardiovascular experts are all here, and you are still blocking the family from saving people, what kind of heart do you have?" The driver was also relieved at this time, and he reached out to block Zhao Fan's movements in the driver's seat, and shouted with red eyes.