Qin Feng spoke hurriedly, and Wen Lan slowly turned the steering wheel and parked the Maybach on the side of the road.
Qin Feng pushed the door open and got out of the car, and quickly ran towards the scene of the car accident.
The old man and the child fell to the ground, with blood all over their heads.
The onlookers all around were pointing and pointing, and seemed to be accusing the Ferrari owner of speeding and hitting someone, and not getting out of the car to take responsibility.
The windows of the Ferrari were closed tightly, and the high-end privacy film made it impossible to see the owner clearly.
"It's so arrogant. It's amazing to drive a Ferrari, but you can hit someone with your car and still not show up."
"Call the police and let the police come and arrest her."
"Without the king's law, can rich people take human lives lightly?"
The onlookers were filled with indignation, but no one came forward to check the injuries of the old man and the young child.
"Everyone get out of the way."
Qin Feng pushed away the crowd and lay on the child.
The little girl looked eight or nine years old, still wearing a school uniform, her head was pillowed in a pool of blood, and her eyes were closed tightly.
The old man next to him, his face covered with blood, struggled and moaned: "Save my granddaughter, please save my granddaughter..."
Qin Feng didn't talk nonsense. He held the little girl's wrist with one hand and opened his eyelids with the other hand.
"Three fractures and intracranial bleeding."
He frowned slightly. The fracture was not fatal, but intracranial bleeding was fatal.
He touched the old man's wrist again, and was even more shocked.
He raised his head and glanced at the Ferrari with its double flashers and the sudden braking marks on the roadside.
At this time, the grandfather was supposed to be sending his granddaughter to school, but he was hit by a speeding Ferrari that occupied the road.
The battery car disintegrated, and one can imagine how seriously injured the two people were.
Qin Feng's forehead was dripping with sweat. He didn't have much power left as the Human Emperor and could only save one person.
But both lives were at stake.
"Save my granddaughter, please..."
The old man had white hair and begged with blood vomiting from the corner of his mouth.
"I can't control that much anymore."
The Human Emperor Scripture in Qin Feng's body turned around, and a weak force penetrated into the little girl's body along the palm of his hand.
Then he stared at the little girl closely, not knowing whether this little power could save a dying person.
A few breaths.
The eyelashes of the little girl's closed eyes trembled slightly, and her chest, which was almost breathless, began to rise and fall rhythmically.
Live!
Qin Feng let out a long breath, but his face was extremely pale.
His strength was exhausted, and he once again felt the exhaustion of dehydration.
"Crack!"
But at this moment, the old man's palm he was holding with his other hand suddenly fell to the ground.
He turned around suddenly and saw that the old man's eyes had been closed and his arms were hanging weakly on the ground...
"no!"
Qin Feng's pupils shrank and he tore the clothes on the old man's chest.
He took out the silver needle and stabbed the old man's heart hard.
The end of the silver needle is directly inserted into the skin.
Without any hesitation, two more silver needles were inserted into the old man's temples.
Sanyang lives on!
Immediately afterwards, he pressed both hands on the old man's heart and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation while sitting vigorously.
At the same time, he turned around and looked around: "Quick, call 120, quick!"
The onlookers' eyes flickered, and they turned their heads to look away. Some even turned and left.
They can't afford to offend people who drive Ferraris.
I'm afraid that something will really happen and the Ferrari owner will settle the score later and bring disaster to the fish pond.
"I'll make a phone call."
Wen Lan walked back and went to the car to get her cell phone.
"Boom boom boom!"
At this moment, black Mercedes Benz drove up and swerved to stop on the side of the road.
The car door opened, and a strong man wearing black sunglasses and a black suit stepped out.
"Go away! What are you looking at?"
"Get out! I'll kill you!"
The strong man roughly pushed away the crowd and threatened the onlookers to leave.
They quickly cleared the place, walked behind Qin Feng and swept away the young and old on the ground.
"Pull away."
The leading middle-aged man waved his hand, and other strong men immediately swarmed forward.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Feng turned his head and frowned.
Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw the door of the Ferrari cab open, and a black-haired woman wearing sunglasses get into the Bentley, escorted by a group of bodyguards.
At the same time, a man stepped into the cab, took out his mobile phone and called the police: "I hit someone with my car."
Qin Feng was stunned, could he still play like this?
"Don't leave..."
He wanted to stop the woman, but found that the people around him had already surrounded an old man and a young man on the ground.
"The younger one is still alive, but the old one is dying."
One of the men observed it for a moment, then raised his head and said.
"Oh, it's really unlucky."
The middle-aged man's eyes darkened, and then he noticed Qin Feng: "If you don't get out, why are you standing here?"
"You hit someone and told me to get out?"
Qin Feng glanced sideways and realized that the Bentley had disappeared.
"Hey, do you want money?"
The middle-aged man took out a wad of red banknotes from his arms and threw it at Qin Feng's face: "Take it and get out..."
Before the word "gun" came out of my mouth, I just felt the strong wind flashing in front of my eyes.
"Snapped!"
Qin Feng went up and slapped the opponent to the ground.
Then he stepped on the man's chest and looked around calmly: "Stand in a row, no one can leave until the ambulance comes..."