Chapter 550 (2/2)
This time, Lin Wushuang called back, ”it's just some instant noodles. Everyone ate it. What's the problem?”
”I don't know. I don't care. Anyway, you are responsible. If it weren't for you, would my son be like this?” The middle-aged woman roared, ”this is my son in his thirties. Do you know how important he is to me?”
There were many people eating instant noodles nearby. After hearing this, they thought the woman was from the car and said one after another.
”It is estimated that the child has a bad stomach. You see, we have no problem eating!”
”Yes, these things are presented by others. The packaging is intact. It's not a three no products. It shouldn't be a problem of instant noodles!”
”Even if it's the problem of instant noodles, you should find someone else's manufacturer. Why did you come to this little brother? They are also kind! ”
”Bah, shut up!” The middle-aged woman roared, ”I'm not you blocked on the road. I'm the farmer next to me. They stopped at my house and sent me some instant noodles. What do you think this is? We kindly gave them parking spaces, and they actually thanked us like this? ”
”What did you say?” Wen Han was busy all morning. He was full of fatigue and even suffered a lot of groundless accusations. ”Why do you think I want to hurt your son? I know him. Do you know you? Do we have a grudge? ”
”I don't know. I don't care. You must take my son out to see a doctor now. You must go!” Cried the middle-aged woman, looking back.
A motorcycle made a loud noise and came this way. The cyclist was a middle-aged man. Behind him sat an old man with the child in his arms.
The middle-aged woman burst into tears.
People nearby saw this scene and said one after another.
”This should be a cold. My stomach is bad. Just have a rest at home, don't eat and drink more hot water. Isn't it a pain to bring the child out in such a heavy rain?”
”Yes, the road is broken. How can I get there?”
”However, diarrhea may cause dehydration, which is still dangerous.”
The son of a middle-aged woman in her thirties is very precious. She is afraid of anything. Diarrhea is very serious for her and she must go to the hospital immediately.
Lin Wushuang knew something was wrong when he saw that the child's face was abnormally dark.
I'm afraid the child has been tampered with by some people.
She went up to check the child's temperature, and was slapped open by the child's father, ”what are you doing? Are you a doctor? Don't touch my son if it's not you! ”
Lin Wushuang: ”
All right, she won't save it, regardless of your son's life and death.
”Cough... Vomit...” at this time, the child coughed violently and spit blood directly.
The scene frightened everyone.
”It's so serious that I really need to be sent to the hospital immediately.”
”But this is definitely not the problem of instant noodles. Who eats instant noodles will vomit blood?”
”Maybe, hey, I dare not eat this instant noodles. I can only do it.”
”Isn't this instant noodles expired? Let me see... ”
Wen Han was also shocked. How could he spit blood?
He quickly took off his raincoat and wrapped it around the child. ”I really have to take the child to the hospital. Wait a minute. I'll call the ambulance from Qingcheng right away.”
”Can the ambulance make it?” The child's mother cried anxiously. Looking at the blocked road in front of her, she was very flustered, ”it's all you, you murderer. You compensate my son and my son!”
This groundless accusation will break people's mind.
Fortunately, Wen Han's psychological quality is excellent. He said, ”it's hard to say whether it's caused by instant noodles, but your son really needs to be sent to the hospital right now. After I call, let the ambulance come this way, and then I'll walk over there with your son on my back, OK?”