At this moment, Liu Zhizhong didn't have time to worry about Zhao Yan's phone.
The phone had fallen to the side near the entrance of the sewer, he had to take care of Zhao Yan first and deal with the phone later.
But then, after waiting for more than ten minutes, 120 said they were stuck in traffic, they couldn't get through, and it was infuriating.
Liu Zhizhong was so angry he was about to go mad.
This lousy city, this crappy traffic, and the terrible quality of the traffic participants, damn it... how does the Mayor do his job?
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to use more hemostatic cotton and tightly bandage Zhao Yan's head.
"You stay there, don't move, just get ready for surgery, I'm driving over like a bat out of hell! Remember, stay put! If anyone moves a damn inch, I'll lose it with them!"
This was Liu Zhizhong's frantic roar left for the ambulance at the Central Hospital, it stunned them.
