As soon as Yang Chen got out of the car, he heard the comments of the onlookers.
More than ten people gathered around the old man to watch, but no one came to rescue him. No one even called the emergency phone.
When Yang Chen was in the car, he saw that the old man was breathing very hard, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he had obvious symptoms of hypoxia.
Yang Chen didn't hesitate at all, and immediately stepped forward, preparing to rescue.
Just when he was about to rescue him, a middle-aged uncle suddenly grabbed his arm: "Young man, don't be impulsive! Acting as a hero will bring you trouble. This old man is pretending at first glance.
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"Get out of the way!"
Yang Chen frowned, shouted angrily, and broke away from the middle-aged uncle's hand.
"Alas! Why don't you know what is good and what is evil?"
The middle-aged uncle said with a dissatisfied look.
"There are too many young people like this, so some bad old people are given a chance to get involved."
"That's right, those who touch porcelain are all spoiled."
People around him also accused Yang Chen, as if he was doing something bad.
After all, Yang Chen came from a military background, and some simple symptoms can still be seen.
This old man obviously suffered from a heart attack. Even if he waits for the ambulance to arrive, it may be too late and he must be rescued immediately.
Under normal circumstances, people with heart disease will carry special medicine with them.
Sure enough, Yang Chen found a ceramic bottle in the old man's coat pocket, which was the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.
He quickly gave the old man a few pills, and while helping him to breathe, he dialed 120 to explain the situation.
After a while, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his face softened a bit, and his originally purple lips became much rosier.
"This old man seems to be really sick!"
"Could it be said that he is not a porcelain person?"
"It seems that we made a mistake and almost lost a life!"
Seeing the obvious improvement in the complexion on the old man's face, the onlookers finally realized that the old man was really ill.
Yang Chen stood up at this time, glanced at everyone, and said loudly: "There are indeed bad people in this world, but they are only a few. If each of us does not dare to save people because we are afraid of being betrayed, what will happen?
How many people have died because they delayed treatment?”
After the words fell, he turned and left.
The onlookers all looked ashamed and looked at Yang Chen driving away with admiration.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
As soon as Yang Chen left, a black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped on the side of the road. A young and beautiful girl got out of the car and rushed to the old man, her face full of worry.
The old man shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, grandpa is fine. If it hadn't been for that young man just now, I'm afraid grandpa would have really lost his life here!"
Then he said: "Tell someone to prepare 10 million and send it to that young man!"
"Yes, Master!"
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie beside him immediately responded.
Those onlookers just now were all shocked.
Thinking about the young man who just used the old man's medicine and gave it to the old man, and got a 10 million thank you from the old man, many people felt regretful.
Yang Chen didn't know that because of his little effort, he could actually earn 10 million.
Even if he knew it, he wouldn't have any reaction. With his current financial resources, which is only 10 million, it doesn't even count as pocket money.