NovelEnglishChapter 1244 Loving People A gray-haired man twitched on the floor, white foams flowing from his lips. His mouth twisted, and his walking stick fell beside him.
Several onlookers gathered while discussing, but no one tried to help.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you just standing there without helping him? You are so cold-hearted," Monica blamed them while squatting down to help the man sit up. However, she didn't have enough strength. After trying several times, she finally let the man's head turn on his side.
"Hang on there, sir." Monica quickly unbuttoned his collar to let him catch his breath.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hurry! Call 999!" Monica looked up at the onlookers and yelled, "Call 999!" "I'm afraid he'll blackmail us," one onlooker threw up his hand in disbelief. The onlookers still discussed the scene without helping the old man.
Monica could tell the old man needed to send to the hospital urgently. She exclaimed anxiously, "He won't. If you delay it again, he might die. Call 999! If it's a trap, he'll only blackmail me. You won't have any loss." Tristan heard Monica's helpless voice at the exit door. He stopped mid-step and looked in that direction.
The onlookers left the scene while discussing. Tristan saw Monica help the old man. No one helped them call 999, and nor did anyone offer a helping hand.
The old man twitched more and more fiercely.
Frowning, Tristan strode towards Monica and pulled out his phone to call 999. "An old man fainted at Entrance A of the airport. He's probably 80, spitting foams while twitching. He should have epilepsy." After ending the call, Tristan squatted down and helped Monica to turn the old man. "He should lie on his side, so he won't be choked," he reminded Monica.
Monica looked up at him and met his gaze shortly in mid-air. Then they helped the old man lie on his side.
The next second, Monica pulled out stissue from her handbag to wipe the old man's mouth. Tristan was surprised that she didn't look sickened. If it were another girl, she wouldn't have done it.
"Hurry! Let's get out of here. It's raining soon." "The weather will be changed. Let's go." "Let's go home." The onlookers were gone. Monica didn't expect Tristan to help her, feeling touched.
Soon, the ambulance arrived. Tristan and Monica helped the doctors and nurses to carry the old man into the ambulance. After the vehicle was gone, Monica breathed a sigh of relief.
Tristan looked at her and darted to the exit, "It's raining soon. Let's leave." "OK." Monica reacted quickly, following him while dragging her suitcase.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as they walked out of the hall, gusts of wind whistled and blew away many umbrellas.
Monica was slim, so she found it difficult to walk in the wind. Flinching, she almost tripped over.
The wind disheveled Tristan's hair. He looked back and turned to stride to her. Instinctively, he grabbed her arm to help her keep her balance. Holding her hand, he pulled her to walk forward.
The cabs arrived one after another. The passengers hurriedly got in.
"It seems to be difficult to hail a taxi." Monica didn't feel chilly, but the wind was too fierce. Her voice was trembling. "Where are you going, Tristan?" "Let's find a cab first." Tristan let her stand beside a pillar. "Keep your balance." Then he strode forward.
Monica could hardly open her eyes in the bitter wind.
Tristan walked forward steadily, although his hair and windbreaker were disheveled.
The spot wasn't the best one to hail a taxi, so all the passengers moved forward. There would be a thunderstorm soon.
In the wind, Monica waited behind the pillar obediently.
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