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"Waaah, waaah..."
"Sob... Brother, what's wrong? Please wake up..."
"Sob... Uncle, Auntie... Please, please save my brother, I'm begging you... I'll get down on my knees for you..."
Summer, Yangjiang Province, Yang City, Qili Street, Wuyi Road.
A thin little girl with sallow hair knelt on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, helpless and desperate as she pleaded with the crowd that had gathered to watch.
On the ground beside her, a similarly gaunt young man lay silently, one hand clutching his chest.
Next to him, a two-year-old girl was also kneeling, her cries ringing out again and again, fat tears splashing onto the man's haggard face.
Despair hung in the air. As she looked at the indifferent, whispering, pointing onlookers, hope drained away from the little girl with every passing moment.
Each time her sallow forehead touched the ground, a clear, crisp sound echoed, mingled with her tears. Her reddened, swollen brow was as raw and fractured as her breaking heart.
"Hey! Do you people have no humanity? Is watching a spectacle so entertaining? Is it really that hard to call emergency services? Get out of the way!"
Just as the girl bowed her head to the ground again, an angry voice rang out. A beautiful, refined young woman shoved the crowd aside and strode forward.
"Little one, don't cry, get up. I'll call an ambulance," she said gently.
"Sob... thank you... thank you, big sister. My brother...