Chapter 242

If all the passengers on the bus were wearing seat belts, the injury caused by the accident should be much less.

Unfortunately, most people don't wear seat belts on buses.

There is no "if" in the real world, and there is no chance of life again.

All the passengers in the carriage have been thrown to one side. Many people have already flown out of their seats when the bus is crossing. When they roll over, they can't control it at all. It's like a glass ball in an iron box, even thrown out of the window.

In the space supported by Xiang Kun's body, the little boy was not hurt by collision and extrusion, nor was he crushed by other people. In addition to being scared and shaking a little dizzy, he should be in good condition.

After the bus stopped moving, Xiang Kun didn't lift up under the two passengers, fearing that they would be hurt - in fact, when the bus rolled over, he deliberately moved there to let them hold down, which was also to help them alleviate some of the impact injuries.

Xiang Kun helped one of them move for a while, then slowly lifted up his body, and then helped another passenger move away so that the little boy could get up.

"My leg, my leg seems to be broken!"

"Help me, who will help me!"

"I I can't breathe... "

"Help! ~ ~"

"ah, ah..."

At first, there were all kinds of screams of panic and fear, and then all kinds of cries for help and howls came out.

Several passengers were thrown out when the bus brake hit the horizontal direction, losing their intuition; the passengers sitting on the rollover side were not only impacted by one side, but also impacted by other passengers in the car, the impact of the falling salute, and the inertia of the car swinging towards the roof; the collisions between people, between people and vehicles, between people and luggage, were caused A large number of injuries; broken window glass, flying around, is also a terrible "weapon.".

After Xiang Kun got up, he made sure that he was not injured by fracture and other injuries, so he went to open the two emergency escape windows on the roof. Now the two doors of the bus are facing the ground.

First, he held the little boy under his protection, let him out of the emergency escape window, and then he also turned out to carry him to the roadside safety area.

It's still on the freeway. Xiang Kun can't guarantee that all the cars coming from behind can keep their attention and won't have a second collision. He doesn't dare to let the little boy get too close.

Although the little boy didn't see any injuries on his body, he seemed to be stunned and couldn't say a word.

Xiang Kun doesn't care to communicate with him now. After crossing the roadside isolation belt and putting him in a safe area, he is ready to return and continue to help others.

Feeling that the dress was pulled for a while, Xiangkun stopped and looked back. Seeing the little boy, he seemed to have finally regained his mind. He pulled him and whispered, "Dad..."

"Ah?" Xiang Kun was a little confused, but then realized that he was asking himself to help him find his father. Before that, on the bus, the little boy was sitting with a little skinny man, which was probably his father.

"You stay here. Don't walk. I'll go back and save your father." Xiang Kun held his shoulder and said solemnly.

Xiang Kun turns over the guardrail again and returns to the emergency lane of the expressway.

Just after the pair of cars broke through the middle of the isolation belt to this side of the lane, the car body has disintegrated. It's terrible.

Affected by this, not only the bus that Xiang Kun took, but also several cars were affected, or were directly hit, or had an accident to avoid. At least eight vehicles were paralyzed on the road.

On the emergency lane, there were many vehicles coming from the rear. Some people got out of the car. They called the police and wanted to help.

Xiang Kun didn't go back to the bus immediately. Instead, he quickly went to find two private cars and asked for the warning signs in their trunk. He ran more than 200 meters and placed them to remind and warn the vehicles behind, so as to avoid two or even three accidents.

Then Xiang Kun went back to the bus, helped a passenger out of the emergency window, and asked those who came to help from the emergency car parking lane to take him to the side of the road.

Xiang Kun turned back into the car. The situation in the car was very tragic. He switched to the infrared thermal imaging visual mode and quickly established a cognitive model to judge the injury of the passengers in the car.

Many people are asking him for help, and the people who are close to him and are pressed are reaching out to pull him.

Xiang Kun told them that they had already called the police and called an ambulance, and that someone would come to help them immediately, so that they would not be in a hurry. At the same time, he started to act according to the plan calculated in his head.

He first helped those who were not seriously injured, but were stuck in some places, and carefully left the emergency window without causing secondary injury to other injured people around.

As for those seriously injured, even though they cried bitterly and kept asking for help, Xiang Kun only comforted them with words and did not move them. He has just observed that there is no fire and explosion in this car, and it can wait for professional medical personnel to do first aid.Xiang Kun also found the thin little man sitting with the little boy in his memory, but just at a glance, he knew that the man had died.

After helping several passengers who could still move away, Xiang Kun also got out of the bus to help people carry an SUV that overturned into the roadside guardrail and let the female passengers trapped inside be rescued.

Because there are several people to help carry the car, he did not have to worry when he tried.

When he heard the sound of ambulance and police car, Xiang Kun stopped the rescue and help activities everywhere. Carrying his own backpack, he stood beside the boy who was still a little confused.

However, Xiang Kun did not know how to answer his request to find his father in a low voice. In his cognitive model, he couldn't find the most appropriate answer that would not affect the child's psychology, so he could only keep silent.

Fortunately, the little boy did not continue to make noise, but stood on the side of Xiangkun, looking forward to the bus which was overturned on the ground.

Traffic police, first-aid, fire-fighting people have arrived, in the emergency treatment of the scene, treatment of the wounded, carding the traffic.

Xiang Kun quickly observed the people who came to the rescue, then chose a female medical staff, went to give the little boy to her, and told her that the boy's parents were still in the bus.

The medical staff saw the blood on him and asked, "are you a passenger of that bus? Come and have a look at it and see where it's hurt? "

"No, I'm fine. I'm lucky. I'm not hurt. This blood belongs to other people." Xiang Kun naturally refused.

However, when he was about to go to the edge, he found that his clothes had been pulled. The little boy looked up at him with his head up and his eyes were waiting for him. He didn't speak, but he could clearly feel the fear in his eyes.

The medical staff looked at Kun and said, "you can accompany him here. I have to go there to help. I don't think I can take care of him. After his parents rescue him, I'll see his family. Later, you can take our car with him to the city."

Xiang Kun had to squat on the side of the ambulance with the little boy. He could feel that the little boy had a vague trust in him now, probably because he recalled the situation he had taken care of when the accident happened.

Seeing a child of this age, he thought of Liu Shiling, so he took out a nickel from his body and put it in the palm of the little boy's hand.

"Do you know what this is?" Xiang Kun points to the coin in the little boy's hand.

"Money." The little boy murmured a little bewildered.

"What about the pattern on it?"

By the light in the car nearby, the little boy looked for a while and whispered, "five pointed star."

"This is the national emblem. It's on the hats of Uncle police and uncle PLA. You just hold it, you can think of them, and then you won't be afraid. " Xiang Kun said with a serious expression, and then helped the little boy hold the coin in his hand.

In fact, he hopes that he can use the ability of "emotional assimilation" so that the injured and the staff around him will no longer be afraid and calm down.

It's a pity that he can't get into that mood now, and he doesn't have the right emotional carrier.

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