At that moment, the ambulance was already speeding along.
But for some reason, Ma Yuehui still felt it was too slow!
He wished Ferrari would start manufacturing ambulances!
No, that's not right!
He thought there should be a new event on the F1 race track, a competition for ambulance speed.
Seeing the sweat on Ma Yuehui's head, which resembled the sweat from yang deficiency, Xu Aiqing took a deep breath and felt he should give some advice to this old big brother team leader, "Old Ma, let me give you a suggestion."
Ma Yuehui was startled, turned around, and looked at Xu Aiqing, "What suggestion?"
Xu Aiqing said earnestly, "You're not young anymore, pay attention to taking care of yourself. Being this weak... I'm not trying to criticize you... but which man at forty is this weak? I really should talk to your wife about this some day!"
Upon hearing this, Ma Yuehui was stunned, and it took a moment for him to comprehend.
