The owner of Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant has been receiving goods from Anxin Food Processing Company for four or five days.
During these four or five days, no one was found to feel unwell after eating, which put my mind at ease.
The proprietress's mind started racing. Should she replace all the meat in the shop with that from Anxin Food Processing Company?
It won't make you sick, it reduces costs, and you don't need to go to two different places to pick up the goods.
With such a significant increase in orders, it wouldn't be cost-effective to continue wholesaling at the original price.
I need to go talk to their manager and see if I can lower the price a bit.
At 2:30 p.m., after closing for lunch, the owner of Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant rode her electric bike toward Qianhai Town.
Mango trees lined both sides of the road, their lush foliage providing ample shade from the midday sun, while the speeding electric vehicles created a gentle breeze.
In the gentle breeze, drowsiness gradually crept in, and the proprietress yawned no less than ten times along the way, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.
Before I knew it, the electric car was going faster and faster, the breeze was becoming more and more comfortable, and I was getting sleepier and sleepier.
Unable to resist the overwhelming drowsiness, the proprietress opened her mouth and let out a long, big yawn.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side of the road and ran straight across the road.
Startled, she abruptly stopped her yawn, staring wide-eyed ahead, trying to figure out what was going on.
The figure ran extremely fast, but he hadn't gone two steps before he kicked a crack in the road, his body falling forward uncontrollably and crashing heavily to the ground, landing in front of the electric scooter driven by the landlady.
The proprietress slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a complete stop.
But the electric scooter was going too fast. Even though she applied the brakes, the scooter flipped high into the air due to inertia, and the proprietress was thrown onto the side of the road, landing face-first in the dirt.
Her forearms and knees, the first parts of her body to come into contact with the ground, were scraped raw and bloody. Her head also slammed hard into the ground. The proprietress immediately felt dizzy and her vision blurred.
The rear half of the car flipped up, turning 360 degrees, and slammed hard onto the right leg of the person who had fallen to the ground, causing the person to let out a shrill and painful scream.
This whole series of events happened in just three to five seconds. The friend playing marbles nearby was so startled by the scream that he immediately turned to look at the road.
What they saw was a little boy trapped under an electric scooter and a woman lying motionless to the side, both of them stunned by the sight before them.
The little boy groaned in pain, his eyes filled with fear, despair, and helplessness.
After an unknown amount of time, the fog in front of the proprietress finally dissipated, and she could barely see anything.
Turning my head, I saw that my electric scooter was running over a child, and a large amount of red liquid was seeping out from under the child, staining the ground beneath him.
The proprietress trembled all over, reaching into her pockets with both hands, but she couldn't muster any strength and had to try several times before she could finally take out her phone.
He shakily entered the 120 phone number, his teeth chattering as he spoke.
The town hospital isn't far from here; the ambulance arrived in less than five minutes after I made the call.
The proprietress breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the little boy being lifted into the ambulance.
At this moment, she felt pain in her arms, knees, and head. Looking down, she saw that her arms and knees were all scraped raw, and blood was gushing out.
He raised his hand to wipe his itchy face, only to find his hand covered in blood.
After the paramedics lifted the little boy into the ambulance, they noticed a woman covered in blood nearby. The accompanying doctor immediately went to check on her.
I breathed a sigh of relief after carefully examining the wounds on the proprietress's body. Her knees and hands were covered in scrapes; her head looked scary, but it was just a bump, possibly a concussion, but not fatal.
The doctor took out his phone and asked the hospital to send another ambulance. He left a nurse there to wait with the landlady while he went back to the hospital with the ambulance.
Many of the medical staff in the hospital were from the town and knew the children there. When they saw the little boy, they immediately recognized him as Zhang Tian, the son of the owner of Anxin Food Processing Company, and quickly called Zhang Tian's home.
The first to arrive was Zhang Tian's mother, wearing pajamas, with her hair disheveled, and a pillow mark on one side of her face, indicating that she had been woken up from her sleep.
I don't know if I was walking too fast without shoes or if I lost my shoes on the way, but I ran into the hospital barefoot.
Upon seeing the nurse, she collapsed to the ground, grabbing the pants of the nurse closest to her. Due to extreme nervousness, she slurred her words: "Doctor, doctor, how is my child? Is my child still alive? Please, please save him! He's only six years old! He's only six years old!"
By the end, Zhang Tian's mother was sobbing uncontrollably.
Following closely behind Zhang Tian's mother was Zhang Tian's father, Zhang Daoyi.
His hair, which had been styled with hair gel to be shiny and smooth, became disheveled from running so hard. One of the buttons on his jacket had popped off, and he had also grabbed his tie and was holding it in his hand. His mouth was trembling.
He grabbed the nurse's shoulders and shook her violently, muttering repeatedly, "Where is my son? How is my son? I have money, lots and lots of money. You all need to treat him well, don't be afraid to spend the money. You must cure my son, you must save him, you understand!"
The words eventually turned into a roar.
In the operating room at the end of the corridor, a nurse suddenly poked her head out and shouted at the crowd outside: "The blood bank is almost out of blood! The patient's family members have arrived, right? Tell them to hurry up and donate blood!"
With the help of two nurses, the two walked to the blood drawing room on the third floor.
After venting their emotions, the two of them have temporarily calmed down. They are no longer as panicked as when they first arrived at the hospital, nor as disoriented as when they first received the phone call.
"What is your blood type? If you don't know your blood type, you need to get a blood type test first."
“A”
“O”
The couple's voices rang out simultaneously.
The doctor nodded, picked up a pen and made a mark on the form, then put the form down to prepare the medical equipment for drawing blood.
My gaze suddenly fell on the blood collection form that the nurse had just handed over, which listed the patient's blood type as AB.
Is Zhang Tian your son?
The couple nodded in unison.
The doctor paused, slowly raised his head to look at the two of them, hesitated for a moment without speaking, and continued to prepare for the blood draw.
The doctor's pause was brief, but Zhang Daoyi, being a businessman, was very sensitive to such subtle actions.
He sensed something was wrong; the doctor's reaction made him uneasy.
However, the priority now was to save the patient, so Zhang Daoyi could only suppress his doubts and actively cooperate with the doctors and nurses in their next steps.
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