The thin, bony man tightly held his wife, who lay in a pool of blood. He was frantic and terrified, crying until his face was streaked with tears.
Someone nearby couldn't bear to watch and hurriedly reminded him, "You'd better get her to the hospital! If you're too late, I'm afraid you won't be able to save the baby."
Someone went over, lifted the rickshaw that had fallen by the roadside, and quickly pulled it over, helping the man carry the woman onto it.
"Xiao Mei, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. I'll take you to the hospital right now. We'll see a doctor. You'll be fine, and our baby will be fine too."
The thin man pulled up his shirt hem and roughly wiped his face, then, with his vision blurred by tears, desperately dragged her toward the hospital.
The people around them watched this scene and shook their heads with helpless sighs.
When something like this happened, all they could do was consider themselves unlucky. They couldn't help much either.
The pregnant woman who had just been carried away was the rickshaw puller's wife. The couple made a living with one pulling a rickshaw and the other running a street stall. A pear had rolled into the middle of the road, and when the pregnant woman ran over to pick it up, a Ford happened to drive by.
"Was it a car accident?" That woman had lost so much blood. She must have been hit in the stomach!
That fat, big-eared man was simply inhuman. In such a situation, he had completely ignored the pregnant woman's life or death. He had even angrily cursed because of the minor scrape on his forehead, then swaggered away.
That man clearly had an unusual background.
If it had been a car