The man was holding up his hands, like two stakes driven into the middle of the road.

"There's been a car accident." Li Keyong quickly stopped the car.

Four traffic police officers quickly got out of their car and turned on their flashlights at the same time. Then they heard cries for help.

"We are traffic police, are you alright?" Li Keyong called out.

"I fell off my motorcycle and can't move my body."

Zhou Shun seemed to have grasped at a straw, "Officer, please save me!"

Three traffic police officers quickly surveyed the scene and set up traffic warning signs in front and behind.

Li Keyong turned on the walkie-talkie to call the central dispatch, gave them the address, and asked them to call an ambulance.

Colleague Huang Xiaomao came over and whispered, "Boss, he's been drinking."

"Drinking and riding a motorcycle? Hah!" Li Keyong sneered.

"He said he was the president of the provincial university and asked us to help him out, ha..." Huang Xiaomao chuckled softly.

Driving a motorcycle under the influence of alcohol is illegal; performance targets are coming in.

“Tell him about it, take his statement at the hospital, and punish him properly,” Li Keyong whispered.

“Okay, let’s do it this way.” Huang Xiaomao nodded hurriedly.

He ran to the police car to get bottled water and then ran to the accident scene to take good care of Zhou Shun.

After a long while, the ambulance finally arrived, and everyone worked together to lift Zhou Shun onto the stretcher.

Li Keyong drove a police car and followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital.

After a thorough examination, no serious injuries were found, and the doctor recommended that Zhou Shun be hospitalized for observation.

In the ward, Li Keyong led the doctor in, and the doctor gave Zhou Shun an abstract drawing.

Li Keyong said, "Comrade Zhou Shun, we suspect you are driving under the influence of alcohol and will test your blood alcohol content. If it exceeds the legal limit, we will punish you."