The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Watching Zhou Qing arguing with the people from the funeral home, Zhang Yuze coldly glared at them and said impolitely, “Do you have any professional ethics? According to regulations, your funeral home needs a death certificate before taking the body away. Are you trying to violate the relevant regulations? If so, you will be held legally responsible.”

The leading funeral home worker didn't expect Zhang Yuze to be so familiar with their industry's laws. He was taken aback and, glancing at the surrounding crowd who were discussing them, he had no choice but to say to his colleagues, “Then we'll wait! I don't believe he can be saved now.”

Hearing the somewhat unkind tone of the funeral home staff, Zhang Yuze felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything more. He then asked Zhou Qing, who was on the phone, “Why hasn't the hospital ambulance arrived yet?”

Zhou Qing hung up the phone and said to Zhang Yuze helplessly, “It's no good! The hospital ambulance just left, but there's a traffic jam on the road ahead, and it can't get here in time.”

Zhang Yuze frowned and decisively said to Zhou Qing, “Never mind, help me. Let's take him to the hospital! Otherwise, it will be too late.”

Seeing Zhang Yuze say this, Zhou Qing nodded and helped Zhang Yuze carry the old man on the ground into Zhang Yuze's car. Then, Zhou Qing sat in the back seat with the old man while Zhang Yuze started driving.

The car sped quickly along the road. Zhang Yuze's racing skills, learned from video games, were actually put to use here, and it seemed to be working quite well. His speed in the city reached over 60 kilometers per hour, which truly astonished the traffic police responsible for directing traffic. They quickly picked up their radios and reported the situation to their superiors.

Zhang Yuze certainly didn't care about these things. This was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't afford to be careless.

Soon, in less than five minutes, Zhang Yuze's car arrived at the hospital entrance. At this time, the medical staff, with a stretcher, were already waiting at the door. They hurriedly carried the old man out of the car and rushed him into the emergency room as quickly as possible.

Since he was already here, Zhang Yuze didn't leave immediately but waited outside, thinking: there might be something I can help with.

What Zhang Yuze didn't know was that the doctors in the emergency room were feeling extremely puzzled. The old man's head wound was three centimeters long, and in normal circumstances, the bleeding would be incessant. It was impossible for the bleeding to stop so quickly. If there had been bandaging, that would be one thing, but the old man's head wound had no treatment whatsoever. It was as if the bleeding had stopped abruptly, and even the brain nerves inside seemed to be undamaged. Although the wound looked deep, in this situation, as long as he rested well, there would be no major problems. This situation was truly a miracle. It was something these doctors had never seen in all their years of practice.

And what they needed to do now was just to give him a blood transfusion and let the old man slowly recover on his own.