An Hao's book had been ruined and was no longer usable, so he took this opportunity to buy her a new one.
After purchasing the book An Hao needed from Xinhua Bookstore, he also chose a set of review questions with slightly higher difficulty.
After paying, Qin Jian walked out with the books in hand.
He had just opened his car door and placed the books inside when he heard a commotion not far away.
A woman's voice, frantic and piercing, followed immediately.
"Old Ning, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me! Help! Help!"
Without a second thought, Qin Jian dashed into the crowd.
When he saw the patient, the man was clutching his chest, his face turning purple, his lips cyanotic, and his breathing was labored as if he might pass out at any moment.
"Make way, everyone! Please disperse quickly!" Qin Jian shouted, then hurried forward to support the man who had suddenly fallen ill and moved him to his own car.
