Chapter 550

Wen Han opened the trunk. It was filled with Lin Wushuang, basically instant noodles, mineral water, biscuits and bread.

Two boxes of self heating rice noodles were bought in the service area.

The truck driver was surprised. "Good guy, why are you so many in your car?"

Wen Han felt exaggerated when he saw it. He immediately said according to Lin Wushuang's words before, "isn't this a vacation? I just want to go out for a self driving tour with my sister, visit the nearby hope primary school and give you some food. Where do you know it's blocked on the road? This thing has just become our must-have."

"Well, it's really solved a big problem, brother. I admire you." the truck driver is also simple and honest. He didn't think who would send instant noodles and biscuits to hope primary school.

Anyway, Wen Han packed another big pocket and began to send supplies back.

Lin Wushuang boiled water in situ, and her small battery seemed to never use up the electricity.

Suddenly, Lin Wushuang's mobile phone received a text message with a strange number.

Message content: Hi, Lin Wushuang, it's very comfortable to do good deeds, but have you ever thought that the world is not so beautiful?

Lin Wushuang looked at the message and frowned slightly.

This tone is very similar to that Dr. Li.

The world is not so beautiful. She has experienced it in her last life.

Directly deleted the text message and didn't take it to heart.

The heavy rain continued, and the people assigned to instant noodles began to eat with instant noodles, while Wen Han and more volunteers began to run around, hoping to help people farther away.

Soon, the material on the car bottomed out.

But Wen Han still didn't see the end of the traffic jam.

"Have a rest." Lin Wushuang gave him a bottle of water. "We've done everything we can."

Wen Han nodded. He was tired. He opened the door and sat down to rest. "I don't feel hungry now. I don't know how many times I've run back and forth. My legs are soft. I must be the first in today's exercise steps."

Lin Wushuang gave him a thumbs up, "great."

"Thank you."

"I left you a box of rice. You can eat it in the car later."

"Well, thank you. Have you eaten?"

"If you're not hungry, you don't have to worry about me," Lin Wushuang said. "It's the same day as leakage. I don't know how long it will take."

"Yes, I don't know if the rescue team has come." Wen Han looked at the blocked road in the distance and was very helpless.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman hurried to Wen Han, looked at Lin Wushuang and Wen Han, grabbed Wen Han's collar and said angrily, "it's you, it's you, you murderer!"

"??" Wen Han looked blankly.

Lin Wushuang directly clapped the woman's hand away and did not allow her to grasp Wen Han's collar.

Lin Wushuang recognized it. This is the farmer who stopped to rest in the yard just now. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" the woman said angrily, "I came to you by electric car. What did you give my child? He vomited and diarrhea after he ate it. You murderer, hurry to take my son to the hospital, hurry!"

The woman's roar was accompanied by a run.

Wen Han was stunned and said, "have you had diarrhea? Is it serious?"

"Do you think it's serious? He's been vomiting since he ate it, and now he's pulled up again. There's a traffic jam before and after. How do you want us to see the doctor? If there's anything wrong with my son, I'll find you!" the middle-aged woman said and grabbed it again at the collar of Wen's cold clothes.

This time, Lin Wushuang called back, "it's just some instant noodles. Everyone ate it. What's the problem?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Anyway, you are responsible. If it weren't for you, would my son be like this?" the middle-aged woman roared. "This is my son in my thirties. Do you know how important he is to me?"

There were many people eating instant noodles nearby. After hearing this, they thought the woman was from the car and said one after another.

"It is estimated that the child has a bad stomach. You see, we have no problem eating!"

"Yes, these things are presented by others. The packaging is intact. It's not a three no products. It shouldn't be a problem of instant noodles!"

"Even if it's the problem of instant noodles, you should find someone else's manufacturer. What are you doing looking for this little brother? People are also kind!"

"I Pooh, you shut up!" the middle-aged woman roared, "I'm not you blocked in the road. I'm the farmer next to me. They parked at my house and sent me some instant noodles. What do you say? We kindly gave them parking spaces, and they thanked us in this way?"

"What did you say?" Wen Han was busy all morning. He was full of fatigue and even suffered a lot of groundless accusations. "Why do you say I want to hurt your son? Do I know him and you? Do we have enemies?"

"I don't know. I don't care. You must take my son out to see a doctor now. You must!" cried the middle-aged woman, looking back.

A motorcycle made a loud noise and came this way. The cyclist was a middle-aged man. Behind him sat an old man with the child in his arms.

The middle-aged woman burst into tears.

People nearby saw this scene and said one after another.

"This should be a cold. My stomach is bad. Just have a rest at home, don't eat and drink more hot water. Isn't it a pain to bring the child out in such a heavy rain?"

"Yes, the road is broken. How can I get there?"

"However, diarrhea may cause dehydration, which is still dangerous."

The son of a middle-aged woman in her thirties is very precious. She is afraid of anything. Diarrhea is very serious for her and she must go to the hospital immediately.

Lin Wushuang knew something was wrong when he saw that the child's face was abnormally dark.

I'm afraid the child has been tampered with by some people.

She went up to check the child's temperature and was slapped open by the child's father. "What are you doing? Are you a doctor? Don't touch my son if it's not you!"

Lin Wushuang: "

All right, she won't save it, regardless of your son's life and death.

"Cough... Vomit..." at this time, the child coughed violently and spit blood directly.

The scene frightened everyone.

"It's so serious that I really need to be sent to the hospital immediately."

"But this is definitely not the problem of instant noodles. Who eats instant noodles will vomit blood?"

"Maybe, hey, I dare not eat this instant noodles. I can only do it."

"Isn't this instant noodles expired? Let me see..."

Wen Han was also shocked. How could he spit blood?

He quickly took off his raincoat and wrapped it around the child. "I really have to take the child to the hospital. Wait a minute. I'll call the ambulance from Qingcheng right away."

"Can the ambulance make it?" the child's mother cried anxiously. Looking at the blocked road in front of her, she was very flustered. "It's all you, you murderer. You compensate my son and my son!"

This groundless accusation will break people's mind.

Fortunately, Wen Han's psychological quality is excellent. He said, "it's hard to say whether it's caused by instant noodles, but your son really needs to be sent to the hospital right now. After I call, let the ambulance come this way, and then I'll walk over there with your son on my back, OK?"