The person in the car sighed, and even the unsightly Zhang Da Sakura lips were obviously extremely shocked. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The driver asked again, "Sister, do you want to help?"

"Wait, I'm going to see what happens if he's falsely accused. ”

……

Song Baojun no longer paid attention to other people's words, stretched out his hand on the old lady's shoulder, and asked softly: "Auntie, auntie, how are you? Can you hear me?"

"Medicine...... Medicine...... My heart ......" the old lady's face was pained and contorted, and she barely managed to squeeze out a few words.

Song Baojun saw that she was holding the heart of her left chest tightly with one hand, and she looked like she was suffering from a sudden illness. After a little thought, she took out a green medicine bottle in her pocket, and glanced at the instructions, which was a bottle of special medicine for acute myocardial infarction.

Song Baojun knew that people suffering from acute myocardial infarction suddenly became ill, often accompanied by severe angina, nausea and vomiting, limb numbness, convulsions and other symptoms.

Song Baojun was not too dirty, let the vomited filth stain on the T-shirt, pulled the old lady's body, leaned on her arm, and made her posture more comfortable, this action was exchanged for everyone's amazement.

Some people shook their heads again and again with a look of pity, as if they saw the pitiful appearance of the young man begging for food on the street in the future.

Song Baojun poured out four white pills and stuffed them into the old lady's mouth, while helping her soothe her heart.

The middle-aged man also saw the fame, stopped talking at length, and hurriedly handed over a bottle of pure water in his hand.

Song Baojun couldn't help but change his opinion of him, if this person was not restricted by too many secular prejudices and rules, he would be a good person.

After taking the medicine and pouring a few sips of water, after two or three minutes, the old lady's rapid breathing finally stabilized and slowly opened her eyes.

"Auntie, how are you feeling?

The old lady was still quite conscious, and let out a long sigh of relief, just after the severe pain, her expression was unbearable. Reluctantly said, "It's okay...... Thank you. I was hit by a car and my feet were ...... Foot pain. ”

Song Baojun lifted her trouser leg, the left calf was bruised, the tibia was tilted, swollen and high, and it was obviously a fracture. Pressing it gently, the old lady was drenched in cold sweat and her mouth was crooked. It is expected that she may have suffered from a heart attack, and when she was hit by a car, she not only broke her lower leg, but was also extremely frightened, and even had a heart attack.

"I'll take you to the hospital. ”

The old lady nodded, the panic gradually disappeared, and said: "Child, don't be afraid, I have seen a lot of news recently, please be a witness to everyone around, it was not you who hit me." The person who hit me has long since run away. I will never rely on you in the future. ”

The crowd of onlookers did not decrease, but increased, like a festive vegetable market, crowding the intersection.

The people inside don't want to leave when they see the excitement, and the people outside can't see the situation inside, the more curious they are, the more they squeeze inside. The middle-aged man said loudly: "Let's go, hurry up and send people to the hospital." The young man is brave and brave, everyone supports and supports more, let let, let let!"

A young man with a half-cigarette butt in his mouth, his bare head dazzling in the light of the street lamp, looked at them with slanted eyes, and said, "It can't be that you hit someone, you can't go with your conscience, and you will come back to save people and have a good reputation, right?"

"What are you talking about!" the middle-aged man blushed.

"What are the words? The little bald head raised his chin and pushed back without hesitation, "There are really kind-hearted people in the world? You treat us as fools? The eyes of the masses are all bright, you look at that hanging hair, you are not afraid of being dirty or tired, what is it for? It's not that he bumped into someone, and his heart is empty!"

The little bald head suddenly put himself into the ranks of the masses and set the middle-aged people against each other.

Most of the people didn't know the truth, and his words were unusually inflammatory, and suddenly everyone looked at Song Baojun with a hint of contempt.

"You, you, I, I ......" The middle-aged man pointed to the little bald head, his mouth spurted, and he couldn't speak.

The little bald head coughed: "What do you mean, be careful that Lao Tzu beats you." Don't you have long eyes, don't you know where Lao Tzu is mixed up?"

Song Baojun ignored it, picked up the old lady, separated the crowd, stopped a taxi, and put the old lady in the back seat. Prepare to rush to the hospital.

The little bald head danced and shouted again: "Hey, don't let the assailant escape! I saw with my own eyes that he had injured the old woman, and now he has come to pretend to be a good person who acts bravely, how can there be such a reason in the world! Quickly, stop him! Purify the social atmosphere, start with me! Fight ......."

The violent personality was like a stormy wave, surging violently, soaking through the sixty trillion cells and ten trillion neurons around Song Baojun's body within 0.01 seconds.

The adrenaline rushed instantly, and the heart rate suddenly increased to one hundred and eighty beats per minute.

The little bald head did not finish speaking, like a rooster cutting his throat, he had been choked by Song Baojun's neck, and his face suddenly turned purple, and the foul language behind him could no longer be spoken. In a hurry, he swung his fist and hit the other party.

Song Baojun was a little more than 1.7 meters tall and thin, and the kid was about the same size as him, and he smashed him in the face with a punch.

A nosebleed slowly flowed down, and Song Baojun was unmoved, as if the fist was like an ant crawling.

Everyone was in an uproar: "Yo, the fight has started!"

Under the street lamp, Song Baojun's face became more and more gloomy: "Hey, hey, hey...... The little red guy dared to touch Lao Tzu's moldy head. ”

The little bald head shouted triumphantly: "What's the matter? Lao Tzu is the one who beats you! Let go of the acquaintance immediately, otherwise Lao Tzu will continue to fight!"

"Really?" Song Baojun rounded his arm and slapped the little bald head hard in the face with a violent and loud slap.

The power of this slap is comparable to that of a powerful piledriver, with a bang, the little bald head barely reacted, his two eyes bulged violently, and his body was like a cannonball out of the chamber, smashing to the ground at a ninety-degree right angle.

Blood, snot and dust splattered at the same time. A smooth little face was like a beaten tomato, full of red and bright blood.