The person who knocked on the car door said something to her ear, but she couldn't hear clearly. She walked a few steps through the puddle and saw the horrific shape of the person who had been hit. The pain in her abdomen seemed to move to her stomach, causing it to churn violently. She leaned against a streetlamp pole and started to vomit, sweat dripping from her pale face.
"So tragic, I'm afraid they won't survive, right?"
"I'm afraid they won't make it; the ambulance from the hospital will take at least half an hour. Now, who knows if they're still breathing."
"Hey, don't just move randomly; they're spitting blood. That means the internal injuries aren't light. If you move them and they die, it might be counted against you."
Amelia Clarke gradually began to hear the discussions around her. The people's eyes were filled with sympathy when they looked at the victim, and even more pity when they looked at her.
Anything that involves human life is no small matter.
