Hearing someone scream in the crowd, Xu Xiangbei looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man clutching money, collapsed in the middle of a long line, face ashen, gasping desperately with his mouth wide open, seemingly struggling to breathe.
Beside the elderly man, a slightly chubby little boy cried loudly, shaking the man's arm and shouting, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong, what's wrong."
Xu Xiangbei and Xiao Lin exchanged a glance, then with a swift leap, he went over and gently placed his fingers on the old man's pulse. The pulse was weak, and the elderly man was barely breathing.
Knowing Xu Xiangbei was checking the old man's pulse, Xiao Lin's beautiful blue eyes softened, filled with admiration.
