Xu Yang and Zhao Yuxin walked into the crowd and saw an elderly man lying on the ground, his body convulsing non-stop, foaming at the mouth.
The bystanders were buzzing with conversation.
"This old man, could he be faking it?"
"Very possible. I wouldn't dare help him, anyway."
"We ordinary folks can watch the excitement, but if we step up to do the right thing, one misstep and we're done for life."
"Exactly, ruining ourselves is one thing; the problem is dragging our children into it."
"Whoever wants to help can go ahead, but I'm definitely not doing it."
"If you don't want to help, at least you can call an ambulance, right?"
"If you dare call an ambulance, they'll dare to accuse you. Just by asking, 'If you didn't hit him, why are you calling an ambulance?' you could end up penniless. Of course, if you're rich, ignore everything I said."
"Damn it, I'm just a worker; I'd better stay out of this."
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