The scene of a car accident on the Jiangcheng Ring Road.

Qin Mo supported the body of the BMW with one hand, and gently pressed the little girl in the seat with the other hand, held her tiny ankle and dragged it gently.

With the onlookers holding their breath and watching nervously, Qin Mo's movements were gentle, as if he was holding a ball of marshmallows, gently dragging the little girl out.

"Bang!"

Qin Mo let go of the palm that supported the car's body, hugged the little girl and jumped a step, watching the BMW that had lost its support make a loud noise, and hit the rear of Baojun car in front.

"He actually did it, and I did not believe in the wrong person!"

Du Yutong said loudly with excitement.

"Is this little girl really not dead?"

Even the Deng family army had a little doubt about their judgment at this time. After all, Qin Mo's move to turn the car up with his own strength was too amazing.

Even with what he said before, he instantly became somewhat credible.

Walking quickly to Qin Mo, Deng Jiajun reached out to touch the neck of the little girl in his arms, and felt it carefully for a moment.

Deng Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Even if you are extremely strong and you carry the car, so what? This little girl has no pulse anymore.

I can’t die anymore. I spent so much effort to get a body out. Now I believe you are really crazy.”

"What's going on? She has no pulse?"

Du Yutong frowned and hurriedly walked forward. He followed Deng Jiajun's way, stretched out his finger and pressed it on the little girl's neck artery.

After a moment... Du Yutong's face turned gray and she slowly took a few steps back, and tears at the corners of her eyes were already spinning in her eyes.

She shook her head and sighed softly, saying, "Qin Mo, she is really dead, but it's not your fault, you just blame the unscrupulous driver who drank alcohol."

"No, she is not dead."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Although she is in a bad state because of excessive blood loss now, she can survive as long as she is sent to the hospital for blood transfusion in time."

"You said she was not dead, so why didn't she even breathe and pulse? No one can tell anyone? If you have the ability, come up with evidence!"

Deng Jiajun found an opportunity, hugged his hands and sneered: "Mysterious, don't waste everyone's time. Put down the little girl, let the traffic police take over here as soon as possible, and resume traffic in time after handling the accident."

"As for you..."

Deng Jiajun paused, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled grimly: "I honestly go back to the police station for investigation. Don't worry, we will arrange the best doctor to treat your mental illness!"

The conversation between Qin Mo and Deng Family Army also caused heated discussions among the people around who could not leave due to traffic jams. The middle-aged man who had previously complained about Qin Mo frowned again and said, "What are you doing? Look at the little girl covered in blood. There is such a obvious wound in her heart. I can see the bones inside her from a distance!"

"In this case, you actually said she wasn't dead. Are you playing performance art?"

The middle-aged man looked at Qin Mo and said unhappily: "Don't waste everyone's time, okay!"

"Although I'm also looking forward to a miracle, I have to say that the little girl is really helpless. I have witnessed a car accident with my own eyes before. It is said that if the injured person in the car loses consciousness and can be sent to the hospital within half an hour, he may still have the possibility of survival."

A woman sighed softly: "But now the traffic is paralyzed and the car accident has been around for nearly an hour. The little girl can declare her death."

You said and said, everyone was discussing heatedly. Even Du Yutong, who had always believed in Qin Mo, couldn't help but shake it. She frowned and looked at Qin Mo, her eyes were full of doubts, and she asked in a low voice: "Qin Mo... Is she really still saved?"

Faced with everyone's doubts, Qin Mo curled a smile on his lips, took off his coat, and placed the little girl flat on the coat, his fingers flying, and pointed at the important acupoints on her body.

A magical scene appeared!

The little girl, who had already tested the pulse of the major artery in the neck by Deng Jiajun and Du Yutong, had no sound of heartbeat or breathing at all, suddenly started to tremble violently and coughed.

With a moan, the little girl opened her eyes, glanced blankly at Qin Mo on her head, and asked softly: "Who are you?"

Although her voice was extremely light and her face was extremely pale, it was impossible for the dead to speak!

"She is really not dead!"

Du Yutong, who was closest to Qin Mo, cried out excitedly, hugged Qin Mo, left a fragrant kiss on his cheek, and said excitedly: "Qin Mo, you are so awesome!"

After doing this, Du Yutong seemed to realize something, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. She quickly took several steps back and covered her hot cheeks.

"Don't be too shy to be busy and drive the little girl to the hospital for blood transfusion. Her body is extremely weak. If she cannot get blood replenishment, she will soon die of exhaustion."

Qin Mo picked up the little girl and said seriously.

"Okay, get in my car!"

Du Yutong agreed and hurriedly led Qin Mo into the police car.

However, just as she started the car, she instantly realized that the traffic accident had not been handled yet, and even if she was driving a police car, it was impossible to drive it out!

"Comrade Traffic Police, is there a way to quickly restore traffic here?"

Du Yutong rolled down the car window and asked the traffic policeman riding a motorcycle.

"I have contacted people from the municipal bureau. The wreck truck is already on the road, but it will take time."

The traffic police pursed their lips and replied in a deep voice.

The little girl's resurrection also surprised him. He knew that it was indeed as Qin Mo said, and he was racing against time to compete with the God of Death, but he was just an ordinary traffic policeman, not a superman, and he was unable to solve the crowded traffic situation in an instant.

"The car is completely acceptable at this level of crowding."

Qin Mo sat in the passenger seat, holding the little girl in his arms, and frowned.

"Haha, I don't know how you woke up this little girl. I admire you very much, but your words make people laugh. Do you think the car is an airplane? In such a congestion, you can fly over if you have the ability!"

When Deng Jiajun, who was standing outside the car, heard Qin Mo's words, he immediately sneered and sarcastically said.

"Airplane? I don't think I need it, get out of here, I'll drive."

Qin Mo pulled Du Yutong from the driver's seat, threw it into the back seat, put the little girl in her arms, kicked the accelerator, directly pants the handbrake, and drove the police car forward!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!