From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 451: 210 Rescue (Second Update)
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Chapter 451: 210 Rescue (Second Update)
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“Get your ass back here right away, and bring Li Yu to personally apologize to Ms. Ming Jing and her sister.” The person on the other end hung up.
In her panic, Jessica Feng accidentally stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake while driving. At that very moment, there was an intersection ahead with several pedestrians crossing the street. Jessica’s car charged forward, hitting them…
Only one thought filled Jessica Feng’s mind at that moment: she was finished…
Li Yu’s screams of terror filled her ears. Jessica didn’t dare to look back, her hands trembling like a drowning person, desperately gasping for air.
More and more people gathered around, some dialing 120 for help, others running towards her. Subconsciously stepping on the gas pedal, Jessica’s car shot out like an arrow released from its string.
Ming Jing strolled leisurely along the roadside sheltered by an umbrella, when she heard commotions and screams in the distance.
She quickened her pace and saw a large crowd gathered at the intersection, two bloody figures – one old, one young – lying on the zebra crossing. Not too far away, a middle-aged woman lay unconscious by the flower bed.Follow the latest novels 𝒐𝒏 n𝒐/velbin(.)com
The people formed a circle, taking photos and videos, but none dared to step forward and help.
Amid the drizzling rain, the crowd saw a young girl in white with an umbrella push her way through. She threw her umbrella aside, hurried to the old man and the boy, and checked their pulses one by one.
Thankfully, they were both still breathing. The old man had suffered a head injury, while the boy was luckier, only having a fractured rib.
Not knowing the specifics of their injuries, Ming Jing couldn’t move them recklessly. She moved to the middle-aged woman, checked her wounds, and asked without raising her head, “Call 110 and ask the police to dispatch an ambulance from the nearest hospital.”
At that moment, the misty rain splattered on her hair and clothes, wrapping her in a cloud of tiny droplets. Surrounded by an ethereal haze, her icy voice was like broken jade, giving off an otherworldly impression as if she were a celestial being who had wandered into the mortal world.
A young man was the first to react, saying hastily, “We’ve already called 120, the ambulance should be here in five minutes.”
Ming Jing frowned; the woman’s injuries were severe, with ruptured organs and severe internal bleeding; she wouldn’t make it if they waited for the ambulance.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ming Jing’s jade-like fingertips pressed several acupoints on the woman’s chest. The woman convulsed and vomited a mouthful of blood onto Ming Jing, staining her immaculate skirt like red plum blossoms on snow.
This was to clear the blood in the esophagus to prevent choking.
“Ah…” Someone screamed in fear.
“What are you doing? Are you trying to kill her?” a woman carrying a vegetable basket accused.
Ming Jing ignored the questions, and tore a strip from her skirt to press on the abdominal wound, as blood continued to flow out. Pressing her right hand down on the spot half an inch below the woman’s heart, the woman convulsed again, grasped Ming Jing’s hand tightly, and pleaded with bulging eyes, “Save… save my son…”.
Ming Jing’s face and body were covered in blood, but her dark eyes remained calm and restrained. Speaking slowly and deliberately, she said, “Your son is fine.”
The woman smiled and her arm slowly fell slack.
“Hold on a little longer, the ambulance is almost here. You won’t die,” Ming Jing shouted loudly.
All those present stared in shock at the scene: a young girl in white, drenched in blood, kneeling on the ground. This sight deeply shook everyone’s hearts.
Someone in the crowd suddenly said, “She looks familiar… Is that… Ming Jing?”
With just one sentence, the crowd was abuzz, and all eyes were instantly fixed on her.
In Jiangzhou, Ming Jing was a name everyone knew, even more famous than some rising stars.
It was her?
It was indeed her!
The rain suddenly poured harder, its rapid downpour drenching Ming Jing like a drowned rat.
Not minding the rain, Ming Jing pressed one hand on the wound and the other on the woman’s blood vessels near the heart, but to no avail…
At that moment, the sound of an ambulance echoed as the paramedics rushed through the rain. They pushed Ming Jing aside, lifted the woman onto a stretcher, and carried her into the ambulance.
The other two injured individuals were also carried into another ambulance.
Ming Jing wanted to board the ambulance, and the nurse, thinking she was a family member or eyewitness, let her inside, as she would be helpful for the police investigation later on.