Boss, do you think I look like a dish?

I saw the sports car that was deliberately blocking the road one second, and then spun and rushed into the green belt beside the road the next second. The high-speed rotating engine suddenly stopped and emitted white smoke.

The man who wasn't wearing a seat belt was thrown high into the air and landed heavily, while the other only suffered a slight head injury due to the protection of the airbag. At this time, he jumped out of the deformed car door and ran towards the man lying on the ground.

The doctors on the ambulance were a little dumbfounded. They had never encountered an accident while the ambulance was on mission, but the duty of the doctor made him get out of the car immediately to rescue the injured, even if the injured One second is still deliberately avoiding the car to provoke them.

Fuming narrowed his eyes slightly, and the man lying on the ground opened his eyes in an instant. His body was bruised, blood on his head snaked down his temples, and one arm and one leg were twisted in an extremely unnatural shape. The doctor He and the sports car driver stared at him struggling to climb into the ambulance, and the sports car driver asked stupidly, "Dude, are you alright?"

"Get in the car, what are you still doing!"

An ambulance full of people drove towards the county hospital.

The driver of the sports car in the ambulance supported his friend who passed out, and let the blood on his body stain himself.

The doctor simply treated the wound for him and then cursed, "Do you know that this behavior of yours is against the law! Can you guarantee that your family members will not get sick one day? If someone deliberately blocked the ambulance and delayed the patient Can you bear the responsibility of the best rescue time!"

The driver of the sports car was scolded and remained silent.

Fuming looked at Wei Shuli lying there lifeless, the anger in his heart gradually turned into a prairie fire, his tone was cold and his eyes were sharp, "What's your name?"

"Wang Zixing." Wang Zixing looked at the two old people and knew what he had done, feeling a little guilty.

"Wang Zixing." This rolled on the tip of Fuming's tongue, and Fuming stared at him, "What about him?"

"Feng Wei, this car belongs to him, it's none of my business that he asked me to block you." Wang Zixing hurriedly cleared himself.

"It's fine if he's okay, and if he's okay, you all just wait!" Fu Ming tried his best to control his anger, but he still couldn't hold it back.

Wang Zixing looked at this kind-hearted old man, and suddenly an angry fox head appeared in front of his eyes. He flinched and hid in the car, feeling the chill all over his body.

Wei Shuli's vitality was gradually draining, his body could no longer support him to go to the hospital, and the curve on the heart rate monitor began to weaken.

Fu Ming felt that the effect of his monster power on Wei Shuli was fading, he leaned down and held Wei Shuli's hand tightly, transparent and warm tears flowed down his cheeks, "Persist on a little longer, hold on a little longer, don't you Go, don't go!"

Wei Shuli opened his eyes, the pupils of the cloudy eyeballs were out of focus, and his fingers gradually weakened.

"No!" Fuming cried bitterly, and the fluctuations on the heartbeat monitor were pulled into a straight line.

The doctor accompanying the car immediately gave Wei Shuli an electric shock, and Wang Zixing, who was hiding aside, closed his eyes in fear.

The electric shock didn't work. Wei Shuli's heart had stopped working in this life. Fuming gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Zixing opposite. He secretly used his demon power to transfer part of the aura and vitality from Wang Zixing's body to Wei Shuli. After this electric shock, Wei Shuli's heart resumed beating.