But when Fade Chen was about to take action, at this moment, the security guards and bodyguards pulling the cordon suddenly waved rubber sticks and shouted fiercely: "Get out of the way, everyone out of the way!"

Security guards drove fans and passers-by, opening a path.

Immediately, the assistant manager hurried away with Song Yaling. Staff such as photographers and lighting engineers also left. Apparently, the shoot is over.

When the fans saw that Song Yaling was about to leave, they were naturally very reluctant to part with each other. They crowded around the cordon, waving their mobile phones and autograph books, shouting one by one.

"Song Yaling, I love you!"

"Yaling, sign me up!"

"Yaling, I've been your fan for fifteen years."

"Look this way, Ya Ling."

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The fans were very enthusiastic, but Song Yaling's attitude was very cold. She glanced sideways at everyone with her sunglasses on, then quickened her pace, got into a black Mercedes-Benz car, and beckoned the driver to drive away.

Originally, motor vehicles were not allowed to drive up this section of the commercial street. But a star like Song Yaling is obviously a special case.

The car started at once, and the speed was not slow, and it rushed forward. The fans and passers-by who were watching in front were suddenly taken aback, hurriedly gave way, and let the car leave.

Seeing this, some passers-by couldn't help but frown in displeasure.

"Why are you driving so hard, you almost hit someone!"

"This is a pedestrian street, cars can't drive up here!"

"Stars can do special things, what the hell?"

"Damn it, I almost bumped into me just now, but luckily I'm fast!"

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The passers-by were dissatisfied. Hearing this, some brainless fans rushed over aggressively one by one, defending Song Yaling, and started arguing with them.

"Who told you to stand in front and not give way, and blame my Yaling for driving too hard!"

"My family, Yaling, is a big star. Let alone driving here, even driving to the Forbidden City is a matter of course."

"It's your luck to bump into you!"

"What are you, why do you call my Yaling?"

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Passers-by and brain-dead fans fought together, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic.

Fade Chen shook his head and sighed softly as he looked at the idiotic fans who were blushing. Not to mention anything else, just talking about the behavior of these stupid fans made him, a passer-by, feel disgusted with Song Yaling.

Not interested in watching these boring things, Fade pushed through the crowd and was about to leave.

But at this moment, there was a scream in front of him, and then someone exclaimed.

"I hit someone, hurry up, stop quickly!"

"Stop them, hurry up, don't let them get away."

"No, it's bleeding. Is there a doctor? Come and save me!"

"The car is running away, hurry up, stop it!"

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Amidst the shouting and shouting, there was a harsh roar of the engine, and then there were exclamations and curses from passers-by.

Fade Chen pushed aside the crowd and rushed over quickly. At a glance, on the pedestrian street ahead, an old man was lying on the ground with blood oozing from the back of his head, staining the floor tiles red.

In front, a black Mercedes-Benz left quickly. It was the car that Song Yaling sat in just now.

"The star hits someone and escapes!" Fade Chen's heart moved, and his expression turned cold.

Looking at the Mercedes-Benz car that was about to leave the pedestrian street, Fade Chen moved, wanting to rush over to stop the car. But at this moment, people exclaimed, "It's not good, the old man is in a coma, come and save him!"

Hearing this, Fade Chen could only stop, and quickly ran towards the unconscious old man who was hit.

There were quite a few people watching around the old man, but there were no one who offered to help. After all, this kind of accident is not a professional, and ordinary people dare not do it casually. Besides, in today's society, there are many things that have been blackmailed for saving people. Everyone is worried, and they dare not act casually at this moment.

Therefore, the onlookers surrounded the three floors inside and outside, but they could only be anxious, and no one could do anything.

Fade Chen didn't have so many worries, he rushed directly to the old man's side, bent down, quickly observed the old man's condition, then held the old man's wrist, and felt his pulse.

In less than a minute, Fade Chen let go of his hand, and then took out a pair of silver needles that he carried with him. Shouted to passers-by: "Whoever has liquor and a lighter, give it to me quickly."

Passers-by were busy for a while, and soon, someone brought a bottle of high-quality Erguotou and a lighter from the roadside shop, and handed them to Fade Chen.

Fade Chen took Erguotou with his left hand, squeezed it gently with his thumb and forefinger, and broke the wine bottle directly. Then, Fade Chen poured Erguotou on the silver needle, cleaned it, lit the lighter, and started to burn the silver needle.

The silver needle was burned by the faint blue flame, and the disinfection was completed quickly.

Then, Fade Chen held the silver needle, turned to the position of the old man's head, his eyes were concentrated, and he was about to inject a needle into the old man's head.

Seeing that the silver needle was about to pierce the top of the old man's head, at this moment, a woman's stern voice came, "What are you doing, stop!"

When Fade Chen heard the sound, the movement of his hands stopped. Looking up, I saw a twenty-six or seven-year-old woman with short hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses walking towards this side quickly.

"Uh—" Fade Chen frowned slightly, then lowered his head, ready to continue the needle injection.

But when the short-haired woman saw this, her voice became more severe, she rushed over and shouted sharply: "I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

The short-haired woman rushed over, grabbed Fade Chen's wrist, and stared at Fade Chen fiercely.

"I'm saving people, don't waste my time." Fade Chen said.

Passers-by around were also pointing and talking about the woman at this time, obviously dissatisfied with her behavior of preventing Fade Chen from saving lives.

"Saving people? With such a long silver needle piercing the head, are you saving or harming people?" the short-haired woman shouted sharply.

"I'm a Chinese medicine doctor, and acupuncture and moxibustion is a very normal thing." Fade Chen explained in a deep voice.

"Chinese medicine!" The short-haired woman stared at Fade Chen and shouted, "Why are Chinese medicine doctors here to mess around? Can Chinese medicine treat this kind of injury? Not to mention, at your age, you haven't graduated from university, right? What level can it be?"

Fade Chen looked at the old man on the ground whose complexion was getting paler, frowned dissatisfiedly, and said, "You are preventing me from saving people, do you know that you are killing people's lives?"

"You, a Chinese medicine practitioner, are taking needles indiscriminately. That's killing people." The woman shouted, then pushed Fade Chen away, and said, "I am the director of internal medicine at the city's first hospital. This kind of car accident injury cannot be cured by Chinese medicine. You Don't make trouble, get out of the way!"

Passers-by who were still dissatisfied with the woman, when they heard that the woman turned out to be the director of the internal medicine department of the city's first hospital, their expressions changed immediately, and they all looked over.