"Something...something's happened!"
In an instant, everyone's heartstrings were tightened by an inexplicable force, their eyes were like torches, and they were all drawn in by this sudden change, craning their necks to look.
At the head of the sightseeing bus, a woman with an anxious expression was tightly holding a little boy. His face was as white as paper, and his eyes were closed, as if his life was in danger at any moment.
The pedestrians around them stopped in their tracks, all looking bewildered and at a loss.
Wang Libin reacted quickly, bringing the vehicle to a smooth stop. As soon as the door opened, he dashed out like an arrow.
Seeing this, the crowd was not to be outdone and jumped out of the car, forming a sea of anxious faces.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman glared at Wang Libin, her indignant voice echoing through the sky: "How dare you drive on campus? Do you have no regard for children's safety?"
Wang Libin's face stiffened, and he hurriedly tried to explain: "There is no rule that prohibits driving on campus, and I... I had already reduced my speed to the slowest setting. I was caught off guard when the child suddenly appeared. As an elder, you should have taken better care of him."
The woman was furious, and her retort was thunderous: "Now that our child has suffered such a misfortune, how can you shirk responsibility? Everyone, come and judge for yourselves!"
Amidst the crowd, there was much discussion and criticism of Wang Libin. After all, children playing is in their nature, and if an accident occurs, the driver would be held responsible.
Just as the situation was at a stalemate, Wenyuan pushed through the crowd and quickly came to the child's side, gently comforting him: "Auntie, please don't panic, let me see the child."
The woman, still furious, snapped, "You're not a doctor, what good will it do you to see me?"
Before he could finish speaking, Teacher He Yi quickly added, "Sister-in-law Zhou, please trust her. She is the director of Linhai Central Hospital and has superb medical skills."
As a retired teacher from Linhai No. 7 Middle School, He Yi knew that the middle-aged woman's name was Zhou Shufang and that she lived in the same teachers' apartment building as him.
Zhou Shufang recognized He Yi, and her anger subsided slightly. She finally agreed to let Wen Yuan see her grandson.
Wen Yuan examined the area meticulously, but her expression grew increasingly grave.
The little boy's breath was faint, his body temperature was gradually cooling, and his life seemed to be on the verge of disappearing at any moment. This sudden challenge also made her feel unprecedented pressure.
Wen Yuan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Years of medical experience told her that in this emergency, any panic could be fatal.
She quickly composed herself and said softly to Zhou Shufang, "Auntie, I need to give the child emergency treatment now. Please stay calm. The child's safety is everyone's responsibility."
Looking into Wen Yuan's firm and professional eyes, Zhou Shufang's anger was gradually replaced by worry. She nodded tremblingly, stepped aside, clenched her fists, and watched everything nervously.
Wen Yuan first cleared the little boy's airway to ensure there were no foreign objects obstructing his breathing, and then began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Each press felt like a silent battle with death, and the surrounding crowd held their breath, as if time itself had frozen.
Just as everyone was holding their breath, Wu Tian's voice, carrying an undeniable chill, said, "CPR is useless to him..."
These words were like a thunderbolt, instantly drawing everyone's attention and filling the air with an inexplicable solemnity.
Wen Yuan's hand paused slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and her eyes were filled with disbelief: "You...you mean, he...he's already dead?"
Despite having a premonition in my heart, as a doctor, my unwavering determination to not give up burned like a candle flame, faint yet tenacious.
Before her doubts could dissipate, Zhou Shufang's emotions surged forth like a burst dam.
She lunged at Wang Libin, raining down punches, each blow carrying the grief and despair of losing a loved one: "You heartless executioner, give me back my grandson's life!"
As a martial artist, Wang Libin naturally felt that the attack was like scratching an itch through a boot, but the unreasonable accusations and the weight of the fist made him feel unprecedented anger and humiliation.
He clenched his fist, stopping Zhou Shufang's rampage, his roar filled with suppressed rage: "Old woman, don't think that just because I'm magnanimous you can beat me at will!"
Zhou Shufang was stunned by the sudden force and lost her strength, falling to the ground.
In an instant, tears and sobs intertwined into a song of despair and grief, "My God, how can there be such a person? Not only did he hit someone, but he also assaulted them!"
Her mournful cry, like a lone goose in the cold wind, touched the heartstrings of everyone present.
Outraged, accusations and insults flooded Wang Libin, but the youthful passion in their hearts boiled, and they vowed to spread the light of justice across this land.
Young people gathered around, determined to bring him to justice; the flame of justice burned brightly in their eyes.
Faced with this scene, Wang Libin sneered and shouted angrily, "I'm about to become a second-grade martial artist. Let's see who dares to touch me!"
His words revealed the arrogance and unruliness of a martial artist, which startled everyone into stopping in their tracks.
However, Zhou Shufang's angry rebuke rang out again, like a thunderclap ripped through the sky: "So what if you're a martial artist? Does that give you the right to be lawless and kill people indiscriminately?"
These words struck like a thunderbolt, awakening the spirit of justice within everyone.
These passionate young people, facing a formidable foe, not only did not retreat, but became even more determined in their beliefs.
Just as tensions were rising, He Yi's voice rang out, "Everyone, please stop arguing and listen to me. Xiao Bao was indeed hit by a car. The deed is done, and arguing won't change anything. We'll wait for the law to intervene, clarify responsibilities, and determine compensation. Then we'll share the burden..."
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