Hearing this, the other traffic policemen came to their senses and said, "Yes, Captain!"
As for the vehicles on the road, no one drove when they saw the green light.
Many car owners came down to watch and help.
I saw that the left side of the gray car was completely dented.
Therefore, the space inside is squeezed and deformed. It is not difficult to imagine how miserable the car owner will be.
As soon as the traffic policeman pulled Bai Qingluo's car door, the car door fell off with a clang.
This has become a scrap car.
The nearby car owner said in shock——
"How much hatred must there be to hit him so hard?"
"Still a woman?"
"Pull her out quickly."
"With so much blood shed, can anyone still be saved?"
After the two traffic policemen worked together to get Bai Qingluo out, they asked her to lie down on the spot. Seeing that the blood on her forehead kept flowing and her breathing was weak, they quickly gave her an emergency bandage.
On the other side, there were also traffic policemen rescuing Fu Shuo and the others.
It's just that compared to Bai Qingluo, the situation of Fu Shuo and the others is more difficult.
Because their car was overturned, their bodies were twisted upside down, and all three of them lost consciousness. The traffic police were unable to ask how they were doing.
But prolonged cerebral congestion is no joke.
"Captain, let's cut the window open first and then pull them out?" a young traffic policeman suggested.
After observing for a while, the captain said: "We can't forcefully pull him, it will cause secondary injuries, not to mention he is holding a child in his arms!"
The traffic policeman said: "Then let's simply remove the car door!"
The captain accepted: "Where are the demolition tools?"
The traffic policeman said: "I'll go back to the station to get it right away!"
...
7:30 p.m., Mingyuan.
Lu Wanwan looked at the time again and saw that it was already this hour and Fu Shuo and An An hadn't come back yet, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Could it be that Fu Shuo was planning to take An An out to eat and then come back?
If this was the case, An An would definitely call or send her a message.
Not long after, Lu Wanwan's cell phone rang.
Lu Wanwan picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was Fu Shuo's call. He immediately swiped the answer button, put it to his ear and asked: "Fu Shuo, where did you and An An go? Why haven't you come back yet?"
A strange male voice came from the opposite side: "You must be Fu Shuo's family member, right?"
Lu Wanwan stayed for a while and then said: "I am, who are you?"
What was said on the other side made Lu Wanwan's calm nerves instantly shatter, and the phone slipped from her palm.
"Young Mistress!" Xia Zhi next to her saw Lu Wanwan swaying and quickly helped her: "What's wrong with you?"
Lu Wanwan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Xia Zhi became even more worried: "I just heard you calling the names of sir and young master, are they..."
Lu Wanwan suddenly spoke up and interrupted her: "Quickly..."
Xia Zhi didn't understand: "What's so fast?"
Lu Wanwan held Xia Zhi's hand, turned around with her strength, and hurriedly ran towards the door.
At this time, there was another pounding pain in her lower abdomen. After taking a deep breath, she continued to walk forward.
Seeing her unsteady steps, Xia Zhi picked up her mobile phone uneasily and followed her quickly.