Starting from selling lunch boxes at the construction site

Chapter 32

The proprietress of Jiajia fast food restaurant has taken the goods from Anxin Food Processing Company for four or five days.

During these four or five days, no one was found to feel unwell after eating, so I felt relieved.

The proprietress's heart became active, whether to replace all the meat in the store and change it to Anxin Food Processing Company.

It can not only eat bad people but also reduce costs, and I don't need to go to two places to pick up the goods.

If the order quantity has increased so much, it is not very cost-effective to still wholesale at the original price.

I'll have to go talk to their person in charge and see if I can lower the price a bit.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, after the noon business was over, the proprietress of Jiajia fast food restaurant drove to Qianhai Town on an electric scooter.

There are many mango trees planted on both sides of the road. Their luxuriant branches and leaves completely block the hot sun at noon. The speeding electric cars bring a breeze.

In this gust of breeze, drowsiness gradually hit. The proprietress yawned no less than ten times along the way, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Unconsciously, the speed of the electric car is getting faster and faster, the breeze is getting more and more comfortable, and the sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger.

Unable to overcome the deep sleepiness, the proprietress opened her mouth and let out a long, big yawn.

Suddenly, a figure in front rushed out from the side of the road and ran straight to the opposite side of the road.

She was so frightened that she stopped yawning in the middle of her yawning, and stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open, trying to see clearly what was going on.

The figure ran extremely fast, but he kicked a crack in the road before taking two steps, his body fell forward uncontrollably, fell hard to the ground, and fell to the electric car driven by the proprietress. car ahead.

The proprietress slammed on the brakes and tried to stop the car.

But the speed of the electric car was too fast. Even with the brakes on, the car flipped high from the back to the front under the action of inertia, and the proprietress was thrown directly to the side of the road and fell to the ground.

The front arms and knees, which were in contact with the ground first, were rubbed bloody and bloody, and the head was smashed to the ground. The proprietress suddenly felt dizzy, and everything she could see was blurred.

The rear part of the car lifted up, turned over 360 degrees, and slammed hard on the right leg of the man who fell to the ground, and the man let out a scream of pain.

This series of events happened within three to five seconds, and the companion playing marbles was startled by the wailing, and immediately turned to look at the road.

What they saw was the little boy who was crushed under the electric car, and the woman who fell and fell to the side without moving. They were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The little boy groaned in pain, his eyes full of fear, despair and helplessness.

After an unknown amount of time, the fog in front of the proprietress finally dissipated, and she could barely see clearly.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw that my electric car was crushed on a child, and a large amount of red liquid oozed from under the child, staining the ground under the child red.

The proprietress was trembling all over, and she reached for her trouser pockets with her hands, but she couldn't use her hands very hard, and she took out the phone after several attempts.

Trembling, he entered the phone number of 120, and his teeth kept chattering as he spoke.

The hospital in the town is not far from here, and the ambulance arrived within 5 minutes after the phone call.

Seeing the little boy being carried into the ambulance, the proprietress breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, she felt some pain in her arms, knees, and head. Looking down, her arms and knees were all worn out, and blood gushed out one by one.

He raised his hand and wiped his itchy face, but what he touched was blood.

After the ambulance personnel carried the little boy into the car, they found that there was a woman covered in blood beside him, and the doctor on board hurriedly stepped forward to check.

After carefully examining the wounds on the proprietress, she was relieved. Her knees and hands were covered with bruises. The head looked scary, but it was only hit. It might have a concussion, but it was not fatal.

The doctor took out his mobile phone and asked the hospital to send another ambulance, leaving a nurse here to wait with the proprietress, and he went back to the hospital with the ambulance.

Many of the doctors and nurses in the hospital are from the town, and they all know the children in the town. When they saw the little boy, he took office. He was Zhang Tian, ​​the son of the owner of Anxin Food Processing Company, and he quickly called Zhang Tian's home.

Zhang Tian's mother was the first to arrive. She was wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and there was a pillow mark on one side of her face. She must have been woken up in her sleep.

I don't know if I walked too fast and didn't wear my shoes, or I lost my shoes on the way, and ran into the hospital with bare feet.

The moment she saw the nurse, she fell limp on the ground, and reached out to grab the pants of the nurse closest to her. She was a little slurred in her speech due to excessive tension: "Doctor, doctor, how is my child? Is my child still alive? Please." Please, please save him, he is only six years old, he is only six years old."

At the end, Zhang Tian's mother broke down in tears.

Following Zhang Tian's mother is Zhang Tian's father, Zhang Daoyi.

His hair, which was smooth and smooth with hairspray, became messy due to the violent running, a button on the jacket fell off, and he grabbed the tie and held it in his hand, his mouth trembling uncontrollably.

Grabbing the nurse's shoulder and shaking it violently, he kept muttering: "Where is my son, how is my son? If my son is cured, he must be saved, you know!"

At the end of the speech, it directly turned into a roar.

In the operating room at the end of the corridor, a nurse suddenly poked her head out and yelled at the people outside: "The blood bank is running out of blood, the patient's family members are here, let them hurry up and donate blood!"

With the support of two nurses, the two walked to the blood drawing room on the third floor.

After venting just now, the emotions of the two of them temporarily stabilized, and they no longer wanted to be so panicked when they first arrived at the hospital, and they didn't want to be so confused when they first received the phone call.

"What's your blood type? If you don't know your blood type, you should go for a blood type test first."

"TO"

"OR"

The voices of the husband and wife sounded at the same time.

The doctor nodded, picked up the pen to draw a mark on the receipt, and put down the receipt to prepare the medical equipment for blood drawing.

His gaze suddenly turned aside to the blood delivery slip that the nurse just came over to submit, and the patient's blood type registered on it was type AB.

"Is Zhang Tian your son?"

The husband and wife nodded in unison.

The doctor froze, raised his head slowly and glanced at the two of them, hesitated for a while without speaking, and continued to make preparations before drawing blood.

The doctor's pause was very short, but Zhang Daoyi, as a mixed person in the business field, had a very sensitive reaction to such small actions.

He felt something was wrong, and the doctor's reaction made him a little uneasy.

But now that rescue is the most important thing, Zhang Daoyi can only keep this doubt in his heart and actively cooperate with the doctors and nurses in the next work.

(End of this chapter)