I heard that Dr. Cheng is not easy to follow.

Blessing was still crying and sniffing his nose little by little. At this moment, someone behind shouted, "Everyone, get out of the car."

"The car will explode in a while!"

"Hurry up!"

"..."

A few less seriously injured ones rushed out of the car. Most of the people in the car were older grandpas and aunts. After a lot of tossing, they had almost no strength, but they all struggled and trembled after hearing those words. Weiwei got out of the car, fortunately there were a few middle-aged men in the car, probably construction workers here, saw that there were still a few unconscious elderly people in the car who were injured, so he quickly raised his hands, With a tacit understanding, they lifted the old people out of the car, and Zhu Le followed behind with the two children.

After getting out of the car, everyone found that the driver was still fainted in the driver's seat, with blood streaming down his forehead. Zhu Le settled the two boys. Seeing that no one around him wanted to go back to save the driver, Zhu Le stood up. Resolutely went back to find the driver, the crying of the two boys behind continued.

"Brother, come back quickly, don't go, brother!..."

"Dad, Daddy..."

An overturned bus is inherently dangerous, and the quality of the bus itself has problems. Now everyone knows that going back to save people is a very dangerous act. Those construction workers are very careful. After lifting several comatose elderly people off, they also stood far away from the bus and hesitated. They were also injured, but maybe they were used to doing dangerous work and knew which postures could make them more likely to be injured. Smaller, their wounds are all bruises.

But going back to save people is more dangerous. After all, I don’t know when the bus will suddenly explode, and I don’t know whether the experienced driver is dead or alive.

In the end, they are complaining, if it wasn't for the driver, they wouldn't have experienced this, and if he had been concentrating on driving, the accident would never have happened, so even if they know that they stand still like this and do nothing, they will inevitably suffer from conscience in the future However, the trace of resentment in their hearts seemed to have sprouted and took root in the soles of their feet, making them unable to move a step, and just stared blankly at the young man walking away step by step.

All of a sudden, Zhu Le was the only one walking towards the battered bus, a thin figure, but his footsteps were firm. There were cries, coughs, and mourning sounds from behind, but there was no one there. To stop Zhu Le, a person who cannot be saved by himself cannot stop others from saving him.

"Child, be careful!"

I don't know which aunt shouted in a hoarse voice, Zhu Le didn't stop walking, and walked quickly. He just raised his left hand and waved it back when he heard this. In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that Zhu Le's right hand It kept dripping blood, and the blood dripped drop by drop on the ground covered with green grass, like blooming red flowers.

Zhu Le's walking was not fast, but it was much faster than normal. He couldn't run. When he was protecting the two children just now, not only his arm was hit, but also his leg was hit by something. If you look at his face from the front, you should be shocked. That delicate face was also scratched a few times, and the long scratches kept oozing blood, his face was even paler, and his forehead was covered with scars. I broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhu Le walked to the side of the driver's seat and looked around. All the parts of the bus hadn't caught fire yet. Zhu Le raised his left hand and grabbed the driver's arm. This was a wrong example of the correct rescue method. But now Zhu Le can't control so much, after all, the loss of an arm is nothing compared to his life.

The cold sweat on Zhu Le's forehead grew more and more as he worked hard. The window glass next to the driver's seat was smashed. The driver's head had many wounds, dripping with blood. His head was almost covered with blood. .

Zhu Le seemed to have touched his wound, and he finally woke up slowly, moaning unconsciously, seeing him open his eyes, Zhu Le called him out of breath, "Can't you move? This car is dangerous, we must Get out of here quickly."

The driver's eyes were blinded by blood and he couldn't open them. Zhu Le gently wiped the blood off his eyes with his sleeve.

The driver finally came to his senses, and the first thing he said was, "Where's my son? Xiaobao? Xiaobao!?" His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.

"Your son is fine. He is safe. He is crying for you not far away." Zhu Le finally found a rag that he didn't know what it was, and used it to place the cloth on the driver's door handle. He was deformed by the pressure, and the lock of the car door seemed to be deformed. Zhu Le had no strength left. Looking at the middle-aged man who had lost consciousness again and was still shouting "Little Treasure", he suddenly He gritted his teeth, put his feet on the side of the car door, exerted force on his hands, and made a sound in his throat because of the force. With a "bang", the car door was opened by Zhu Le. After opening the door, he found that the driver's foot was Stuck, some parts passed through the soles of his shoes and stuck in. Looking at this scene, Zhu Le suddenly didn't know what to do. After opening the car door with all his strength, he didn't have much strength. The driver Still whispering, "Little Treasure"

I don’t know whether it’s the good luck of Zhu Le and the driver or the internal quality of this bus that was produced a long time ago is not bad. Zhu Le took a deep breath and yelled at the driver, "Wake up, wake up quickly, don't fall asleep, your son is still waiting for you, if you die now, who will die?" Come to take care of your son, how sad your son must be, you wake up, we can get out successfully..."

The driver frowned subconsciously, and curled up his fingers slightly. Zhu Le had no choice but to stretch out his left hand and put his arm on his shoulder. One hand passed under his armpit, and the other passed through his leg. , the right hand really didn't dare to use force, and could only rely on the strength of the left hand. Before using force, Zhu Le suddenly thought of Cheng Sen. Cheng Sen used his medical skills to save people, so he shouldn't let the life in front of him go away.

Zhu Le gritted his teeth, and carried the dying middle-aged father off the bus who was still thinking about his son. I don't know which tendon in his leg cramped, and Zhu Le knelt down. Got down, just knelt down, when Zhu Le was still thinking about how to take the father away from the accident scene, he heard footsteps, Zhu Le looked up, and saw the workers who were wearing dirty and worn-out work clothes just now. Come over, still shouting, "Brother, let's save him!"