The old woman's wounds were bleeding outward, and her face began to turn pale and her eyes were misty.

Jin Wanda's people began to surround him, but no one dared to make a move.

The shadow of Mao Eighteen killing the Tibetan mastiff just now is still in everyone's heart, although he has a salary of thousands of yuan a month, but those few dollars can't buy life.

Jin Wanda suddenly fell on the dead Tibetan mastiff, crying bitterly, and those who didn't know thought it was his dead father.

"My Tibetan mastiff, my 10 million." Jin Wanda cried and the earth shook.

No one noticed that there was a woman who was actually recording this qiē with a camera.

The woman's face was full of anger. Bastard, you have to kill the owner of this dog, it's so fucking arrogant that you don't take human life seriously.

Someone called the police, but the speed of the police was a little slow.

As the minutes ticked by, the old woman was already showing symptoms of fainting.

Mao Eighteen has been talking to the old woman.

"Auntie, don't sleep, don't sleep, you hold on, the ambulance will come in a while." Mao Eighteen kept repeating.

More than twenty minutes have passed, and the ambulance has not yet arrived.

Zhao Xiaojiao picked up the phone again.

"Where have you been?" Zhao Xiaojiao asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, Miss, wait a minute, we'll go over as soon as we're done playing this hand." Said the person who answered the phone.

"The ...... of grass and mud horses" Zhao Xiaojiao's scolding voice was loud and crisp, which made many people around her look at her with concern.

"Brother, the ambulance hasn't come out yet, no, let's stop a car." Zhao Xiaojiao said to Mao 18.

"What's going on, why is it less than half an hour now that ten minutes is a minute away." Mao 18 endured his anger.

"Don't mention it, stop the car." Zhao Xiaojiao began to stop cars on the street.

No one wants to stop, they all feel unlucky.

Damn, Zhao Xiaojiao is making useless efforts.

The old woman began to convulse and spat blood from her mouth.

Mao 18 knew that the old woman couldn't hold on.

"Who has a pin? Who has a pin? Mao Eighteen's shout shook people's ears.

No one spoke, some with smiles on their faces, as if they were watching a movie.

"I have." A large pin was handed to Mao Eighteen's hand.

Mao Eighteen glanced up, and a delicate and heroic face was beside him.

Mao Eighteen glanced at the girl gratefully and said thank you.

"Zhao Xiaojiao, hurry, find something to tie Auntie's leg and bleed as little as possible." Mao 18 shouted Zhao Xiaojiao.

Zhao Xiaojiao looked dazed, because there was really nothing.

Mao Eighteen used a dagger to cut open his pants, and with a second sound, he tore off a few strips of cloth from his pants and handed them to Zhao Xiaojiao.

The girl with the camera had a phone that rang suddenly.

"Hey," the girl answered with one hand.

"Mei'er, where are you, I heard that something happened in the city, are you at the scene?" A man's voice.

"Oh, editor-in-chief, I'm on the spot, I'll send you the video on my phone now, and you can send it out as soon as possible. The name is called Tibetan Mastiff hurts people, and the hero has no regrets. Mei'er said quickly.

"Don't you need to call the director to review?" The editor-in-chief asked.

"No, I'm the chief reporter, and the director has given me that right." Mei'er said that she was going to hang up the phone.

"Wait, you're going to dinner in the evening?" Editor-in-chief Zhou Xiaoyu said.

"Fuck off, I don't have time, and I have to do a follow-up report." Mei'er finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Mao Eighteen was using a lighter to burn the straightened pins at this time.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Xiaojiao asked while tightening the old woman's femoral artery.

"I'll give him acupuncture first to see if I can reduce the amount of blood loss." Mao 18 said.

"Are you a doctor?" Zhao Xiaojiao asked.

Mao 18 didn't speak, but began to needle the old woman's body.

A few acupuncture points were pricked down, and the old woman coughed violently and opened her eyes.

"Auntie, tell me your family's phone number, and I'll call them." Mao 18 said.

“6698…… My name is Wang Shuzhen. The old woman's voice was a little weak.

"Hey, are you Wang Shuzhen's family, hurry up to ......" Mao Shibai glanced around, and then continued, "You went to the Walmart supermarket, your mother was injured." Mao 18 said.

The other party didn't speak, probably because he was scared stupid.

Mei'er tinkered with it for a while, and used her mobile phone to transfer the video data from the camera to Zhou Xiaoyu's mailbox. Because the information is relatively large, the busy Meier is sweating.

"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor." Some people saw Mao Shibai using pins to save people, and some people took pictures with their mobile phones and uploaded them directly to Weibo.

"Haven't found the car yet?" Mao 18 asked Zhao Xiaojiao.

Zhao Xiaojiao looked helpless.

"No, it's too late, if the old lady has surgery later, it may really be over." Mao 18 said, picked up the old lady and ran all the way down the street.

Zhao Xiaojiao shouted in the back: "Wait for me." But Mao Eighteen is gone.

The old lady was very thin, like a dry leaf in early winter, and she didn't have any weight in Mao Eighteen's arms.

Mao 18 thought of his mother again, his heart was sour, he ran desperately, he wanted to save her, he must save him.

Mao Eighteen was followed by a large group of people from a distance.

Mei'er held the camera in her hand and ran out of breath. The heart said that this person is too good, and he can run so fast with a person in his arms.

How did she know. This is really nothing to Mao Eighteen, and the training of carrying a weight of fifty kilograms is something they have to do every day, and it has not been interrupted for so many years.

I remember one time on a mission, the other party was an outlaw of a drug cartel, and he ran on the mountain road for a whole day in order to rescue the injured public security undercover agent.

When the county hospital arrived, Mao 18 seemed to see hope.

"Doctor, quick, quick." Mao 18 ran into the emergency room.

There was no one in the emergency room.

, how can there be no one in the emergency room.

Mao Eighteen put the old lady on the bench in the corridor.

"Auntie, hold on. I'm going to find someone. Mao Eighteen said to the old woman.

"Someone." Mao 18 desperately smashed the door.

The door to the emergency room is locked from the inside.

No one responded. Lying groove Nima's.

Mao 18 kicked the door of the emergency room. The scene inside made Mao 18 stunned.

A man and a woman were dressed in a panic, and the woman's breasts were still exposed.

"Nima?" Mao 18 scolded and turned his head away.

"You're fucking sick." It was a man's voice.

"You kicked the door of the emergency room and you need to pay for it." The man continued.