At this time, on the streets of the Romantic Capital of F, a slightly fat middle-aged man was running hard. His clothes looked a little messy, at least for the residents of the Romantic Capital who have always paid great attention to his image, this person looked really too ungrateful at this time.

But at this time, he really didn't have the leisure to take into account his image. He put one hand in his waist and pressed his abdomen that had already started to feel aching, while the other hand kept wiping the big sweat beads flowing down his light brown edge, so as not to block his sight. It was obvious that this person had already run a long way. But the man kept telling himself to be faster, faster, because he knew very well that even if he might just arrive at the hospital for one second, the results might be different, and one second and one difference might be a life-and-death separation of life.

"Do, drink, deserve, deserve, deserve! Drink, drink..." The low-praying cursed almost inaudible by the heavy breathing. Damn, why has he never seen his home and the hospital been so far away? Damn, what a big traffic jam, a damn car accident, a damn why does he feel that he has such a heavy leg...

But this guy also knew that it would be useless to complain. In fact, all he could do was to urge the two legs that seemed to be almost as fast as his legs, faster, faster, faster.

"God..." After running for a while, the man couldn't control his knees and stopped. He raised his head and looked ahead with a dazzled look. He felt that his ears were full of buzzing sounds, and he could no longer hear anything except his heavy breathing. No, no, he swears that if he runs on his own, let alone rushing to save people, he will fall down himself.

He must think of a solution, otherwise, according to his current condition, it would be useless even if he rushed to the hospital! But although he had run out of the most congested section of the road, the condition of the car here was not good, so don't think about taking a taxi, because the degree is not much different from that of a person.

Suddenly, the man's eyes lit up, as if something had appeared. He turned around and rushed towards the other side of the road, attracting the sound of horns and curses among the traffic drivers.

His dangerous movements were revealed, and someone in a uniform across the street quickly blew a whistle hanging around his neck, waving the flag in his hand to signal the passing driver to stop the car quickly and not to hit someone.

"Damn it, God, are you afraid of your life?!" Before the fat guy in uniform came to him, he shouted.

"Yes, right, are you afraid of your life?" A burly young punk-style man standing next to the fat guy in uniform also learned to speak.

"Shut up, you, a racing party who always likes to use the road as a circus stage, is not qualified to say this." The fat guy in uniform yelled back.

"But Officer Deni, I swear I can pay more attention to safety. Look, at least I am fully armed, right?" The friend Kefeng man said, while comparing the valuable safety helmet in his hand. "Look, this is the hard helmet I just bought, this is the latest model on the market and the highest safety factor..."

"Yes, I saw it, and then you use it to protect you to do more dangerous actions, right?" said Officer Deni, the fat guy in uniform, who was the friend Feng Man, and said angrily.

"Oh, testify, my dear Officer Deni, how can you say that?" The punk man looked like Xizi was so proud of his heart. "You really hurt my heart. You know, I have always been the best citizen who abides by the law, but you must know that a person will feel low and need to vent his emotions for a few days..."

"Is that right? But the problem is that the 'how many days' you said take up at least 30 days of the 365 days a year." Officer Deney interrupted the punk man's performance.

"Who said it, who said it," the punk man looked unjustly and humiliated, "The surveillance on the street can testify, I..."

"Do I be glad you never want to do anything other than playing fancy racing on the street?" Officer Deney cut off the punk man's words again, and then couldn't help asking, "I said how did you do it, and you can actually know exactly where each surveillance camera is located and where they are blind spots."

You should know that this friend is definitely famous among the police and traffic police. It is not once or twice that this guy is driving dangerously, but this guy is so slippery that it is too difficult to catch his "tail".

Every time you monitor, this guy can cleverly avoid it (it is impossible to avoid it. This guy is absolutely law-abiding in the surveillance camera), and it is even more difficult to catch him in the current situation, because you really have to admit that this guy's driving skills are definitely world-class. They are just ordinary policemen, and they are incomparable to this person with "world-class professional skills". Come to the door? The evidence is insufficient and the person doesn't recognize it at all!

Over time, this punk man has become a scene on their section of the road, which also makes the police and traffic police on this section of the road very distressed, and they can't help but secretly admire him. If it weren't for the serious road congestion caused by this accident, he would probably have not been caught.

"Police, police officer!" Someone who had finally breathed evenly could finally speak normally, but his breath was still a little uneven.

"What's the matter?" Officer Deney was stunned and finally realized that there was someone here. Really, he was quarreling with the punk man too much, and almost forgot that there was another guy who needed a good "education".

Officer Deni cleared his throat and was about to give this guy a vivid lesson on "Traffic Regulations", but before he could start the lecture, a document almost hit his big nose.

"Police Officer, I am Jones, the attending physician of the extrabrain of xxx Hospital. This is my work permit." It turns out that the man who has been running on the road is Dr. Jones.

"Hello, doctor, but even if you are a doctor, you must not fail to comply with traffic rules." Officer Deney took his work permit and checked it and gave it to Dr. Jones.
Chapter completed!