At this time, on the streets of the romantic capital of country F, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body was running hard. His clothes looked a little disheveled, at least for the inhabitants of the Romantic City, who had always been very mindful of his image, and he looked a little too unkempt at this time.

But at this time, he really didn't have the leisure to care about his own image anymore, one hand stuck in his waist and pressed the abdomen that had begun to ache faintly, and the other hand kept wiping the beads of sweat that ran down his light brown hairline and forehead, so as not to block his vision, and it could be seen that this person had run for a long time. But the man kept telling himself, faster, faster, because he knew very well that even if he might just get to the hospital one second faster, the result might be different, and one second could be the difference between life and death.

"Drink, drink, damn!" Drink, drink...... "The whispered curse was almost inaudible by the heavy breathing. Damn, how did he never find out that his home was so far from the hospital, the damn big traffic jam, the damn car crash, the damn why did he think he had legs so heavy......

But this one also knew that it was useless to complain, in fact, all he could do was to desperately urge the legs that seemed to be almost no longer his, faster, faster.

"God......" ran some more distance, and the man, who couldn't control his hands on his knees, stopped, raised his head and looked ahead with a dazzled eye, feeling that his ears were already buzzing, and he could no longer hear anything but his heavy breathing. No. No, he swore that if he ran again, let alone rush to save people, even he himself would fall.

He had to think of a way, he had to think of a way, otherwise according to his current state, even if he rushed to the hospital, it would be useless! But although he had run out of the most congested section, the condition of the car here was not good, so don't think about taking a taxi, because the speed is not much different from that of a person.

Suddenly. The man's eyes lit up. As if he had noticed something, he turned and rushed to the other side of the road, causing the traffic drivers to honk and curse.

Spotting his dangerous maneuvers, someone in uniform across the road hurriedly blew the whistle hanging around his neck. Waving the flag in his hand to signal the passing driver to stop quickly. Don't bump people into it.

"Damn it. God, are you dying?!" Before the man could gain a foothold, he was greeted by the roar of the fat guy in uniform.

"Yes, that's right. Don't you want to die?" a burly punk young man standing next to the fat guy in uniform followed suit.

"Shut up, you biker who always likes to use the road as a circus stage is not qualified to say this. The fat guy in uniform yelled back.

"But Officer Deni, I swear I'm a lot safer with this guy, you see, at least I'm fully armed, aren't I?" said his friend, Kefeng Man, comparing the hardhat that was worth a lot of money to him, "Look, this is the hardhat I just bought, and this is the latest and safest guy on the market right now......"

"Yes, I saw it, and then you used it to protect you from doing more dangerous moves, right?" said Officer Denis, the fat guy in uniform, who was the mouth of his friend's windy man.

"Oh, testify, my dear Officer Denis, how can you say that?" the punk man made a gesture of Xizi's heart, "You really broke my heart, you know, I have always been the most law-abiding and good citizen, but you know, there are always days when a person is in a low mood and needs to vent......"

"But the problem is that the 'days' in your mouth take up at least 300 of the 365 days of the year. Officer Denis interrupted the punk man's performance.

"Who said it, who said it," the punk man looked humiliated, "the surveillance on the streets can testify, I ......"

"Am I glad you never wanted to do anything other than like to play around the streets?" Officer Denis cut off the punk man's words again, and then couldn't help but ask, "I said how did you do it, you can know exactly where every surveillance camera is and where they are." ”

You must know that this friend man is absolutely famous among their police and traffic police, and it is not once or twice that this guy is found to be driving dangerously, but this guy is too slippery, and it is too difficult to catch his "tail".

Every time this guy is monitored, he can cleverly avoid it (he can't avoid it, this guy is absolutely law-abiding in the surveillance camera), and if you want to catch him, it's even harder, because you really have to admit that this guy's driving skills are absolutely world-class, they are just ordinary policemen, and there is no comparison with this person with "world-class professional technology". If the evidence is insufficient, people will not admit it at all!

Over time, this punk man has become a scene on their road section, and at the same time, the police and traffic police on this section of the road have a headache and can't help but secretly admire it, if it weren't for the serious road congestion caused by this accidental car accident, it is estimated that he would not be able to catch him.

"Police, officer!" Someone who had finally breathed out his breath was finally able to pronounce and speak normally, but his breath was still a little uneven.

"What's the matter?" Officer Denis froze, and finally realized that there was another person here. Really, he's having so much fun with the punk man that he almost forgot that there's a guy who needs to be "educated" here.

Officer Denis cleared his throat and was about to give this guy a vivid lesson on Traffic Laws, but before he could start speaking, a document "horn" almost hit his big nose.

"Officer, I'm Jones, the attending brain surgeon at XXX Hospital, and this is my work card. "It turned out that the man who had been running on the road was none other than Dr. Jones.

"Hello, doctor, but even if you're a doctor, you can't fail to obey the rules. Officer Denis took the work test, looked at it, and gave it back to Dr. Jones.

"Yes, yes, I know, of course doctors have to obey the traffic rules," Dr. Jones nodded incessantly, if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he would never have made such a dangerous move, you must know that he is the most law-abiding and good citizen (note: Dr. Jones is not the punk man, he is really a good citizen), "but now the matter is urgent, Mr. Officer, I need your help ......" (to be continued.) )