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Chapter 3

Words:1703Update:22/02/09 10:31:24

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1%, 2%, 3% … …

With water and 100,000 volts of electricity, it's still working?

Ye Qing wasn't even willing to turn on the data, so how did it automatically upgrade itself?

With such a bizarre event happening, Ye Qing was even more reluctant to throw the phone away.

Now that the van was still urgently waiting for him to save it, Ye Qing couldn't wait for it to upgrade. Putting the phone back in his pocket, he grabbed the hammer and went looking for trouble with the broken boat.

* Bang bang bang * Removing a plank from the broken boat, Ye Qing carried it over the hills and hills, and then charged towards the van.

The van didn't have any problems, as it was still parked on the wheat field.

Placing the plank under the van, and setting up a jack to quickly change the broken tires, Ye Qing then moved the plank to where the rear wheels skidded.

With a reverse, the van rushed onto the road. Ye Qing directly switched to second gear and fiercely stepped on the gas. With a roar of the engine, the van was directly treated as a tractor by Ye Qing, and sprinted towards the wheat field.

Alright ~ You put all the hidden weapons on both sides of the road, then I'll directly go around in a big circle. There's no way you're going to put all the hidden weapons in the wheat field right?

Smoothly bypassing the wheat field, when the road conditions gradually improved, Ye Qing took the time to look at his phone. It's already upgraded to 25% … …

Just as he was about to reach the main road, a series of sirens came from afar. Looking over, several red fire trucks were speeding towards him.

"Didi ~ Didi ~" Just as the two were about to meet, the fire truck in the lead suddenly blasted its horn, signaling the van to move out of the way.

The siren was deafening, but Ye Qing wouldn't move out of the way no matter what, so he also blasted it.

The road was very narrow, there was no way for two cars to go side by side, so the fire truck was forced to stop by Ye Qing's van.

"What's wrong with you?"

A firefighter wearing a heavy fire suit poked his head out of the window and anxiously roared at Ye Qing: "There was a car accident on the 140 state highway, and the road is completely blocked. We're taking a shortcut to save people, so why are you blocking the way?"

A car behind them quickly braked, and with a bang, the car door opened, and a few nimble firefighters rushed out.

Their eyes were full of anxiety, and their faces were full of anger. From the looks of it, if Ye Qing didn't let them go, they would flip the van to the side.

"Comrade!" Ye Qing also poked his head out and shouted: "If I don't block the car, will you stop?"

"The road in front has collapsed into a giant pit, so your car will have to go around the wheat field."

"What?"

The firefighters all stared blankly. Even an idiot would know how to go around, why would you remind them?

"The wheat fields on both sides of the pit have been filled with tire cutters. Just now, my car had a tire punctured."

Ye Qing raised his voice: "You guys have to be careful. You have to go around in a big circle before you get on the road."

"What the … …" The firefighters all looked at each other. Puncturing people's tires was something they often did. It's just that they all used the tire cutters on the road, specifically to deal with those who dared to rush through the checkpoint to avoid the inspection. Who would've thought that they would encounter this kind of thing one day.

The owner of the wheat field was simply too angry. In order to prevent the wheat field from being crushed, he actually thought of such a hurtful idea.

"Thank you ~ comrade, you did the right thing in blocking, you deserve praise."

The firefighter driver gave Ye Qing a flying salute through the glass. If it wasn't for Ye Qing stopping them, then all of their fire trucks would definitely be stuck in the wheat field.

A fire truck has 10 wheels, and they only have one spare tire per truck. Wouldn't they be wasting the lives of the people trapped in the truck?

Having finished informing them, Ye Qing quickly drove the truck into the wheat field on the side of the road.

The firefighters didn't even have time to thank Ye Qing, as they used the speed of Usain Bolt to get on the truck. Time is life, they can't afford to waste even a second.

Not long after, another ambulance rushed over. Ye Qing slapped his forehead, and had no choice but to stop it again.

At 10 in the afternoon, the Wuling Light rushed to the city's People's Hospital.

After parking the van, Ye Qing didn't even bother to look at his phone. He rushed to the nearby ATM and withdrew all the money in his bank and borrowed from his classmates.

Arriving at the surgery room on the third floor, as soon as the elevator doors opened, Ye Qing was almost drowned in the crowd.

Most of them were dressed in plain clothes, with teeth clenched on their faces. They surrounded Xu Lan and loudly roared, demanding an explanation from her, otherwise they would sue her in court.

Several other factory workers were also among them. While they were anxiously waiting for Lu Xiaozhen and Qian Dongdong's surgery, they were also comforting their relatives.

Several park management staff and two police officers were surrounding the person who caused this accident, Pang Ruifeng, to give a statement.

Pang Ruifeng's face was pale, but his expression was as firm as iron. He still insisted that the crane's remote control malfunctioned, and even said that the remote control had been used for many years, so it should have been replaced a long time ago.

He had only been at the factory for 4 months, so who knows how he knew the age of the remote control.

Ye Qing, who already understood the cause of this accident, really wanted to rush up and give Pang Ruifeng a good beating.

At this time, mom Xu Lan also saw Ye Qing. She quickly wiped away her tears, and yelled at Ye Qing to take care of Ye Jiangning, she was here.

Quietly asking about his father's hospital bed, Ye Qing nodded and said "I got it."

Ye Jiangning was on the 5th floor of the inpatient department. Ye Qing, after stuffing the 10,000 plus yuan in his hands into his mom's hands, rushed upstairs.

In front of the door, Ye Qing took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and pushed open the door.

There were 3 people in the room. The other two were half lying on the bed, chatting with their family members. Only the one in the middle was alone, lying under the blankets.

His chest was wrapped in bandages, and his eyes were swollen … …

All of a sudden, Ye Qing couldn't stop his tears. He walked up and called out to Ye Jiangning, but there was no response.

"He just had surgery, so the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. The nurse said he needs to be woken up every two hours."

The auntie who was peeling an apple on the side reminded Ye Qing: "You're his son, right? I heard from the nurse that your dad got beaten up, do you know about that?"

Ye Qing wiped away his tears, and said "I know."

The auntie sighed, and didn't say anything else.

Asking the auntie to take a look, Ye Qing said he'd be right back.

Leaving the house, Ye Qing went straight to the doctor's office to ask about his father's injuries.

The doctor on duty pulled out the case file from the table, and pointed at the x-ray film on the LED scanner beside him.

"The patient doesn't have any external injuries, but one of his ribs was broken. It's already been repaired with a steel plate. During this time, the patient needs to lie in bed and rest. He can't bend over, breathe heavily, or cough loudly. Otherwise, the rising and falling chest will easily cause the steel plate to break. "

"Oh right, the patient's family only paid for the surgery. For the next few days, you can pay for the hospital fees and treatment in the lobby."

After hearing the doctor's explanation, Ye Qing let out a big sigh of relief. After thanking the doctor and returning to the room, Ye Qing covered his head and began to worry about the treatment fees.

Her parents didn't have many siblings. They had an uncle, an uncle, and an aunt, all of whom had settled down in other provinces to start their own businesses.

Their financial status was average, so they could definitely borrow tens of thousands of yuan, but that wasn't enough.