Although Zhu Bufan wasn't exactly what you would call a saint, the current crowd bustling around could very likely cause the middle-aged man in front of him to die immediately.
This was a scene Zhu Bufan naturally did not want to witness.
Moreover, this authoritative middle-aged man looked quite kind-hearted.
Additionally, the road was already heavily congested, and Zhu Bufan wanted to clear the road as soon as possible.
Just as Zhu Bufan had spoken, most people's attention had shifted towards him.
When they saw Zhu Bufan's youthful face, many were surprised, even showing disdain and contempt.
"Youth, what are you doing? Didn't you see we are saving a person?"
"Young man, don't speak recklessly. So young, yet so arrogant!"
"Shouldn't we rush him to the hospital, rather than wait for death?"
As soon as Zhu Bufan spoke, it immediately drew a lot of dissatisfaction from those around.
Clearly, in their eyes, Zhu Bufan was just causing trouble.
