As soon as Song Xiang finished speaking, the people next to him started to boo.
"You can grab the kid. If he sinks together, you can at least buy some time, right?"
"Don't you know how to sacrifice yourself for others?"
"You are so beautiful, why do you have such strange thoughts?"
Song Xiang's hands and feet were cold and he didn't want to say a word. These people didn't go into the water to save themselves, so Feng Liang spoke more eloquently than anyone else.
She still has a mother to take care of, and she can't sacrifice herself for others.
Before the discussion nearby ended, the village doctor suddenly shouted.
"Help!!"
Song Xiang felt happy and quickly stood up and looked over.
The child's mother rushed over immediately, still crying.
"Don't waste time, you still have to send your child to the hospital! Time waits for no one!" the village doctor shouted.
"Drive a motorcycle to the entrance of the village and call an ambulance!" someone suggested.
The village doctor looked grim, "I'm afraid it's too late."
"She has a plane!"
I don't know who said something, but pointed directly at Song Xiang, "I saw it with my own eyes a few nights ago. It stopped in front of their small courtyard."
Song Xiang was shocked. He didn't expect the fire to burn him again.
Before she could say anything, the child's mother threw herself in front of her again and started kowtowing.
"Girl, please help me and let the plane come over quickly."
Song Xiang was really speechless. This group of people thought that the helicopter could land anywhere. There were big trees around and it was very dangerous for the plane to land.
She knew the explanation didn't make sense, so she simply refused to explain, "Sister, please wait until I call and ask..."
"What are you asking? You rich people can't do this little thing?" The one who spoke was still the yellow-haired gangster who started the trouble.
Song Xiang gritted her teeth. She really couldn't bear it anymore, so she stood up in a hurry.
However, before she could say anything, Huang Mao was kicked on the leg.
With a plop, he knelt directly on the big stone.
"How can I use my plane and still need you to take command of it?"
Yan Han suddenly appeared, his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes suddenly turned gloomy when he glanced at Song Xiang. In addition to his extraordinary temperament, everyone around him closed their mouths knowingly.
Huang Mao had been beaten by him, so he got up and shrank to one side, cursing.
Yan Han didn't have the time to deal with such a person, so he walked over and hugged Song Xiang.
The child's mother saw this and hugged his thigh.
"Please help me, you can't just die without saving me."
Song Xiang was originally not ashamed of the villagers' behavior just now, but suddenly he glanced at the child next to him, and he couldn't bear it.
She tugged on Yan Han's collar, "Isn't it difficult for the plane to land here?"
Yan Han heard the prayer in her words and glanced down at the woman at his feet.
"Bring people to the wheat fields."
When the woman heard this, she kowtowed repeatedly and crawled back to the child.
There were also sighs and boos all around. Some people who had good things to do were still paying attention to Song Xiang and Yan Han. Most people went to help move the children.
Yan Han put Song Xiang under the shade of a tree, called Yan Song and asked Yan Song to drive the helicopter to the location and bring the doctor with him.
Everyone gathered around the child, and they were the only ones outside the crowd.
"Going into the water to save someone?" Yan Han lowered his head and glanced at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang recalled what she had just experienced and reluctantly twitched her lips, "It didn't help."
As soon as she twitched the corners of her mouth, Yan Han immediately noticed the color on her face.
His eyebrows instantly converged, he raised his hand to hold her chin, and his tone deepened, "Who inflicted the injury on the face?"