Chapter 100 — Stepping In to Save a Life
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Wang Xinyan was not afraid of them. The accident was not her fault; even if her father and grandfather got wind of it in the end, it would not matter much—at worst she would get a scolding, and the matter would still be settled. But now Wei Zhao was about to involve himself, and if these people turned their trouble on him, that would be a real problem.
Wang Xinyan had just been about to say something to Wei Zhao when she saw that he had already turned around.
Wei Zhao nodded. However one looked at it, he had already gotten himself tangled up in this mess, and so he had to find some way to get Wang Xinyan out of it. Though the man called Liu Tianyi seemed to have a measure of sense about him, the woman called Huiru had fastened herself onto Wang Xinyan and would not let go.
Wei Zhao turned his head and glanced at the old man on the ground. There were no signs of external injury on his body, and there were no obvious scratches on the front of Wang Xinyan's car either. It was probably just as Wang Xinyan had said: she had not hit the old man; the old man had collapsed on his own.
The old man's right hand was pressed to his chest, and he lay on the ground in a strange posture. But after looking him over for a moment or two, Wei Zhao had roughly made out the cause of the old man's illness. It should have been something like a heart attack that had brought him down—not a car. Wang Xinyan's car had merely happened to be passing by.
Wei Zhao bent down and laid his hand on the old man's wrist.
"What are you doing? Don't you dare touch him—are you trying to kill my father?" Huiru had barely calmed down for a moment before she saw Wei Zhao touching the old man on the ground, and at once she exploded again, charging at Wei Zhao with claws bared.
"Myocardial ischemia? Angina?" Wei Zhao frowned and raised his head.
"Huiru, stop making a scene!" Hearing Wei Zhao's words, Liu Tianyi's eyes lit up at once, and he hauled his wife off to one side, his face full of hope. He was no fool; Wei Zhao had merely felt the pulse and already named his father's illness, and so Liu Tianyi naturally took him for a doctor. "Young brother, are you a doctor?"
Wei Zhao did not answer Liu Tianyi's question directly. "Your father fell to the ground because myocardial ischemia brought on an attack of angina. It was not her car that hit him."
"You're talking nonsense!" Huiru's expression changed, and she pointed at Wei Zhao and cursed him.
"Fine, then call it nonsense. At the rate that ambulance is coming, your old father can just wait to die." Wei Zhao curled his lip and got to his feet. "Anyway, if he dies, there'll be a forensic examination. It has nothing to do with my friend."
Smack! Liu Tianyi slapped Huiru across the face. "Shut your mouth, woman! If you hadn't spent all your time on your makeup before we left the house—if you hadn't forgotten to bring Dad's medicine—would Dad be like this?"
"You... you dare hit me?" Huiru's eyes were full of disbelief. Her husband had been a spineless coward before her for most of their married life, and yet today, of all days, he had slapped her in public.
Liu Tianyi paid his wife no attention at all. He turned and looked earnestly at Wei Zhao. "Young brother, is there a way to save my father? Yes—you must have one. My wife is just like this; please don't hold it against her. I beg you to lend a hand..."
Liu Tianyi was not a reckless man. Wei Zhao was young, but to name the cause of his father's illness in a single phrase surely meant he was no ordinary sort. His father had no emergency medicine now, and whether he could last until the ambulance arrived was another matter entirely. So Liu Tianyi could only treat a dead horse as a live one—and having caught sight of a thread of hope, he was not about to let it go.