Qin Qin was driving her white BMW slowly along the road, preparing to go to Heavenly Medicine Group.
When she reached an intersection and the red light came on, Qin Qin stopped the car to wait.
An old person, about in their sixties or seventies and looking a bit unwell, approached, stumbling twice and resting their hand on the hood of Qin Qin's car.
Qin Qin's gaze passed through the glass, and at a glance, she could tell something was wrong with the old person's health. Her brows furrowed deeply, and before she could react, the old person had closed their eyes and fallen down.
Shouts of alarm came from the crowd around them.
"How did this old person fall down? Don't tell me it's a scammer?"
"I don't think so. Who would scam in front of so many people?"
"Why not? People would do anything for money nowadays."
Qin Qin moved forward past the crowd and approached the old person, who had the look of wealth, clutching her chest and gasping for breath as if in great discomfort.
