"She doesn't have any medicine on her."
Someone bent down and searched the old woman from head to toe, but didn't find a medicine bottle either.
"Does anyone have quick-acting heart-saving pills?"
Everyone looked at one another and shook their heads.
They had all come here to run street stalls, or were merely passing by. Besides, none of them had heart disease. Who would carry that sort of thing around?
"What about a doctor?"
Everyone still shook their heads.
"No one? Then we can only get her to the hospital quickly."
Zhou Ronghao called someone over to help him and was just about to carefully lift the old woman into his car.
Su Qiao squeezed through the crowd, had Little Four scan the old woman's body, and immediately stopped them.
"Don't move her."
"She's showing early symptoms of a cerebral hemorrhage. She mustn't be moved casually, or it'll be even more dangerous."
Hearing this, everyone grew even more anxious for the old woman.
"If we don't move her, how are we supposed to get her to the hospital?"
"Then we can only wait for the 120 ambulance to arrive."
Su Qiao put down her cart again and walked over, driving away the people surrounding them.
"Everyone spread out and keep the air flowing."
As she spoke, she carefully laid the old woman flat on her back and skillfully turned her head to one side to prevent phlegm or vomit from entering her windpipe.
The old woman was still conscious. Her eyes could still move, and she anxiously looked at Su Qiao, her trembling lips producing indistinct "ah, ah" sounds.
Su Qiao knew that the old woman understood her own condition and was growing anxious, so she comforted her, "Don't panic. Calm down. I'm here, so nothing will happen to you."