Very quickly, within just two minutes, a crowd of bystanders gathered on the road.
Moreover, it was rush hour, and traffic in Beijing was already bad, but now it was completely gridlocked.
Sounds of sirens and shouts of alarm were unending, and a traffic officer was desperately urging the crowd to move away.
But the habit of Jiuzhou people to join the crowd couldn't be changed, and the more people there were, the more they wanted to squeeze to the front, completely blocking the intersection.
"Make way, make way! I am a doctor!"
Just as Qin Feng was pressing hard on the wound and couldn't leave, suddenly a voice came from the crowd.
Then a man, about thirty years old, squeezed out desperately after seeing Qin Feng kneeling on the ground, pressing down on the bleeding wound, quickly ran up and squatted down.
"Are you a doctor?"
Qin Feng looked up at him and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I am a thoracic surgeon at Beijing Third Hospital."
"Good, help me press here."
