The elderly man in Tang-style clothing was surrounded by pedestrians, his square face drenched in sweat, and his breathing became increasingly rapid, with sweat pouring from his forehead. Although an ambulance had been called, looking at the state of the elderly man in Tang-style clothing, it was uncertain whether he could hold on for that long.
Chu Nan was carrying a medical kit, pulling Ling Luoxi through the crowd. Ling Luoxi whispered: "Hey, Chu Nan, are you sure about this? This is a matter of life and death. If something goes wrong, I'm running away by myself."
"Geez, no loyalty!"
After Chu Nan squeezed through, he was blocked by the square face, who glared at him and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"
