Highway 113 is a long-abandoned old national highway with asphalt pavement with a width of no more than ten meters.

Because of the disrepair, the road surface has been bumpy and covered with gaps, and weeds can be seen stubbornly crawling in the gaps. There are few large vehicles on the road surface, and only nearby agricultural vehicles will appear occasionally.

When such roads encounter rainy days, especially those drizzling rains, there will be frequent car accidents. The old-fashioned asphalt road has almost no anti-slip function, and it is even more slippery after being soaked in light rain. In the early days, most cars did not have anti-lock devices, and car accidents occurred frequently during rainy days. For drivers, driving on such old-fashioned roads is definitely a torment. Even veteran drivers with superb skills have to be careful.

Although Highway 113 has long been abandoned and the traffic volume has dropped sharply, there are still seven or eight car accidents caused by slippery roads in rainy days. Although Mo Yan came to Cihe Hospital for only half a year, he has encountered them twice.

The ambulance bumped forward...

Chief Luo had long forgotten his unhappiness just now. He grabbed the handrail and stared at the pits on the road with all his attention, for fear that he would accidentally hit his head.

No matter how good Mo Yan's driving skills are, he cannot handle the pits everywhere. More importantly, there are injured people waiting for emergency treatment in front of them. For those dying lives, every minute and every second is a natural barrier between life and death. Therefore, he can only drive faster without affecting the medical equipment in the car. In this way, the medical staff in the car have suffered a serious crime, everyone was beaten up and their faces were pale. However, no one complained about it.

"Roko, I'm here..."

The ambulance traveled for about twenty-five minutes during the bumps, and Mo Yan finally saw the scene of the car accident.

It was a curve about 30 degrees. There were no vehicles on the road, leaving only some black brake marks and oil stains. In the rice fields under the slope of the road, a group of people were surrounding a white car with four legs facing the sky...

What surprised Mo Yan was that the black off-road police car I saw at intersection 113 was also parked at the scene.

"Mo Yan, we may be late..." Before the car could stop, Section Chief Luo frowned and said.

The car accident scene was a bit depressed and a very abnormal calm, which was not a good sign for an experienced old medical worker.

If the wounded are still rescued, then when the ambulance appears, the mood at the scene will immediately rise a lot. The traffic police will also stand up to maintain order and guide the ambulance to settle in reasonably as soon as possible in order to start treatment. At this time, most people are surrounding the car in the rice fields. After seeing the ambulance, some shook their heads slightly and looked regretful. Some are expressionless, with only a slight glance, and their eyes are quickly withdrawn...

This means that most people who died and injured as mentioned on the phone now have no one to survive.

Although it was expected, Chief Luo was the first to jump out of the car and lead the medical staff to the scene. Whether there are survivors or not, what they should do is still to be done, and everything must be carried out according to the procedures.

Mo Yan got out of the car and did not go up to help as usual, but lit a cigarette and leaned against the car door and smoked silently.

The location where he was is only seven or eight meters away from the white car, and you can clearly see the two victims in the car accident.

Both of them were male, very young, no more than thirty years old. They were taken out of the car by the traffic police, lying flat on the ground, with cotton blankets under them.

The white car was lying quietly in the center of the rice field, not only with its four legs facing the sky, but also had a severe collapse on the front of the car, as if it was smashed into a piece by a heavy object. The windshield was completely broken, mixed with blood, and scattered inside and outside the car. The road surface was nearly one and a half meters away from the rice field. Judging from the traces, the car should have collided violently with the oncoming vehicle when it was met. Then due to inertia, it began to roll at high speed seven or eight times in a row, and finally fell into the rice field.

Head-on impact, continuous rolling, and shocks caused by a drop of nearly one and a half meters, in such a car accident, the hope of occupants' survival is almost slim.

Looking at the two young bodies, Mo Yan seemed to be expressionless, but his heart was beating violently...

"...... It's been sixteen years since I was eight years old, and today I finally got to the end! Old man, if you have a spirit in heaven, just watch it carefully. What you left me will be useful after all!"

Through the clothes, Mo Yan gently stroked a piece of gold or jade ornament on his chest and murmured to himself.

In front of the two bodies, medical staff were undergoing routine examinations. Although everyone knew that this was useless, it was a necessary procedure.

Soon, the medical staff stood up and shook their heads expressionlessly.

Chief Luo tilted his head and said something to the traffic police beside him, then waved to Mo Yan and said, "Mo Yan, come and help."

Mo Yan nodded, then took a deep breath and strode over.

At this time, the on-site survey is still underway...

Mo Yan noticed that the white-haired old man was talking to the traffic police captain. The old man frowned, his face still solemn, but the ponytail did not appear.

When passing by the black off-road police car, Mo Yan vaguely heard someone talking in the car, his voice soft and gentle, as if he was talking to someone.

The car door suddenly opened and a tall figure came out.

Mo Yan didn't expect the car door to open suddenly. Fortunately, he was quick-responsive and stopped immediately to avoid hitting the person out of the car.

The man was a little surprised, took a step back, then reacted, curled his mouth slightly, and gave Mo Yan an apology smile.

Looking at the girl smiling in front of her, if it weren't for this special occasion, Mo Yan would even feel that this must be a prank directed by a senior sister who was thousands of miles away.

A few dozen minutes ago, he had just told Mai Sui that he liked the type of women he liked the most, and a few dozen minutes later, the girl he described appeared in front of him vividly.

White shirt, blue denim, canvas shoes, ponytail...

The girl in front of her seemed to have walked out of a movie from the last century, quiet and gentle, especially her eyes that were covered by sunglasses, which were so clear that it was fascinating.

The girl with a ponytail has fair skin and a tall figure, almost 1.72 meters tall. When she smiles, there are shallow dimples on the corners of her mouth...

She glanced at Mo Yan, didn't care, and nodded slightly and walked towards the white-haired old man.

Looking at the girl's back, Mo Yan couldn't help but smile.

He rarely loses his mind... If he hadn't had the call from dozens of minutes ago, facing this girl, he would have praised her at most in his heart, rather than being in a daze for at least two or three seconds like he did just now.

"Fortunately, there is no bicycle, nor the thin boy on the bicycle who is pedaling desperately, and is tired like a dog..."

Mo Yan smiled mockingly and accelerated his pace toward the rice fields.

"Xiao Mo, try to get faster, I'll have another chance later..."

Chief Luo patted Mo Yan on the shoulder and said, "I'll go to Team Xu to see it. He seems to have something to look for me."

Mo Yan nodded, then half-kneeled beside the two bodies.

The ambulance staff who came together were used to this scene and took a few steps back in a tacit understanding.

Mo Yan took a deep breath, stretched out his hands at the same time, pressed them on the foreheads of the two bodies, then closed his eyes, muttering words in his mouth...

"Is that the driver of your hospital?" The traffic police captain with a dark face next to the off-road police car looked at Mo Yan in the rice fields curiously and asked Chief Luo who had just walked over, saying, "What is he doing?"

Chief Luo replied: "You said Xiao Mo... he is reciting the mantra of rebirth for the deceased."

Mantra of rebirth?

Captain Xu said in surprise: "You still have this service? Why don't I know when it was launched?"

The white-haired old man next to him was also surprised and looked at Section Chief Luo and waited for the answer he said.

Chief Luo and Captain Xu were old acquaintances and said angrily: "We are a hospital, not a monk temple, how could we have such a service? This is a personal behavior, which is considered a little respect for the living to the dead."

The ponytail girl heard the three words "Monk Temple" and suddenly spoke: "It may not be Buddhism, but Taoism also has a mantra of rebirth."

Chief Luo was stunned and said, "Does there be Taoism too? I always thought it was all read by monks..."

The ponytail girl said: "I think he should be chanting the Taoist mantra of rebirth, because from the perspective of reliving the dead, the Taoist mantra of rebirth is more suitable for such occasions."

Chief Luo smiled and said, "I really don't understand this, but according to your statement, Mo Yan's recitation is probably the Taoist mantra of rebirth. This guy is a high-level student. He will definitely not be wrong when chanting any occasion or sutra.

H-university top student?

Everyone around was stunned. Team Xu asked, "H-Grand High School Student? Isn't he the driver of your hospital?"

Chief Luo smiled and briefly explained Mo Yan's origin in a few words.

There are other weirdos like this?

The ponytail girl looked at Mo Yan in the distance, her eyes full of curiosity.
Chapter completed!