"Do you still want to continue?" Wen Zhan draped his suit over Wu Yang's shoulders.

The trio, who were playing roller coaster, pendulum hammer, and various stimulating entertainment items, were in a particularly sorry state. Sweat drenched their clothes and hair, and Yan Lang even vomited to the point where his stomach was filled with acid, leaving only bile and bitter water in his stomach. The staff looked at them with strange eyes, holding the walkie-talkie tightly at any time, afraid that something unexpected would happen.

"Let's go back to the hotel. If we continue, I'm afraid we won't see the sun tomorrow!" Yan Lang put his hands together begging for mercy.

Wu Yang forcefully pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth. Seeing the afterglow of the setting sun and the sunset clouds stretching out their arms, he felt that the pressure was being released along with the screams and hoarse voices.

When he was about to leave the garden, Wu Yang saw the crowd gathered in front of him. He curiously approached him and saw a six or seven year old child lying on the cement floor. His helpless mother hugged him and looked at the surrounding people for help. She kept saying, "Save him, save my child."

"Move aside, move aside, I'm a doctor." Yan Lang pushed aside the crowd and squatted on the ground. She opened the child's eyes and looked at his shortness of breath. She asked, "What kind of medical history does the child usually have? When does he suddenly fall to the ground? How long does it last?"

The mother was already panicking, so she could only shake her head and hug the child, sobbing, "He, he has asthma and congenital heart disease."

"Don't you usually have the habit of bringing medicine with you?" Yan Lang instantly became nervous. Sure enough, he discovered that the child's breathing was no longer smooth and his face was blue and purple. If he did not receive treatment in time, there would definitely be serious consequences.

The child's mother shook her head and said, "Today, he was clamoring to come to the amusement park to play. I forgot to bring out my prepared travel bag. I originally thought that I would be back in two hours and there wouldn't be any problems. Who would have thought …"

"What a fool! Children playing such exciting amusements can cause breathing problems. How can children with a history of asthma play with these? Do your parents have any common sense?" Yan Lang untied the child's clothes, revealing her chest to keep breathing as smoothly as possible. She turned around and shouted to the crowd who were still watching, "Back off! Get out of the way! If you want to watch the show, call 120 first and call an ambulance!"

Wu Yang stood where he was, clenching his fists tightly and didn't move forward.

Wen Zhan could tell that she was trying her best to control her emotions. He hung up the call to the hospital and whispered, "Yan Lang is not an expert authority in cardiology. Don't you want to take a look?" Observations suggest that children have milder symptoms of asthma and are more likely to be unconscious due to congenital heart disease.

"No, I'm a quack. What can I do for you?" Wu Yang laughed self-deprecatingly.

Among the onlookers, it was unknown who had seen the video on the Internet and insulted her. This thought made it difficult for Wu Yang to move a single step forward. He even took two steps back, feeling like he was comforting himself, "Yan Lang can handle it."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up, I can't handle it myself." Yan Lang raised his head and said to Wu Yang.

Wu Yang frowned. Yan Lang was undergoing emergency cardiac resuscitation. He was so tired that his head was covered in sweat that he was exhausted after experiencing high-intensity amusement rides.

"When you graduated from the hospital, how did you swear an oath? Wu Yang, what kind of behavior is it for you to allow time to pass?" Yan Lang was really anxious, actually calling out Wu Yang's real name. "I can't hold on any longer!" Yan Lang felt his arm aching to the point that it was already mechanized.

He needed to maintain the frequency until the ambulance and medical professionals arrived. Wu Yang gritted his teeth and stuffed his coat into Wen Zhan's hand before rushing over.

"Go buy a bottle of mineral water. Find out if there are any spray bottles around. Dispose of them and make them into a simple mist. If the child can't breathe properly, he or she will be in critical condition." Wu Yang knelt on the ground in his skirt, his hair scattered all over the child's chest. Seeing that he could faintly breathe on his own, his expression softened a little. "Get out of the way, don't surround him so tightly. Is there anyone willing to lead the ambulance to the garden entrance? Find this place as soon as possible."

Wu Yang's appearance, professionalism, and helping others attracted many onlookers to take out their mobile phones to shoot.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance whistled and entered the amusement park. Several medical patients jumped out of the ambulance and looked at Yan Lang and Wu Yang and said, "Who are you?"

Yan Lang stood up and said, "Doctor, before you came, you had already taken simple first aid measures."

"Can you please come to the hospital with us? I need your cooperation." After the doctor and nurse finished speaking, Yan Lang nodded and patted Wu Yang's shoulder comfortably when she remembered the situation in the DS Hospital. "I'll go with them. If there's any news, I'll contact you at any time."

Running to the front of the car, Yan Lang stared at Wen Zhan through the door and said coldly, "Take good care of Sister Yang!"

"There's no need for you to remind me." Wen Zhan frowned, clearly disgusted by the tone of the order.

The ambulance whistled and left. Wu Yang stood there, his hands trembling and he didn't have the strength to tie up his hair. Wen Zhan noticed that he was walking over and took the leather tendon from his hand. He wrapped his hair gently and tied a simple ponytail around it.

"Hey, isn't this the female doctor from two days ago? She was the one who persuaded the patient to have a high examination and was suspended for violating medical ethics."

"It seems so. Was her first aid behavior reliable just now? Could it be that she delayed another child?"

"She seems to be quite professional and kind. Are those rumors a bit misunderstood? If she really is that kind of person, she won't care, right?"

The whispers gradually grew louder and louder. Wu Yang lowered his head and felt a little dizzy. Wen Zhan quickly supported her and wanted to leave.

The crowd gathered more and more. A meddling aunt walked forward and pointed at Wu Yang's face, sticking close to him and said, "Are you really Doctor Black Heart? You doctors, if you don't give red envelopes, you won't do a proper suture. My daughter-in-law will do a caesarean section …"

"That's right. My old man was hospitalized a few days ago as well. All sorts of examinations cost more than 77,88,000 yuan. There's nothing wrong with him."

Wu Yang didn't answer, he just bit his lips silently, helplessly waiting for the surrounding people to desolate. Wen Zhan couldn't look over and roared with a cold face, "Get lost!" This shout scared the aunts back a few steps. When they took a few steps forward, they pointed at their bones and cursed, "Why are young people like this now? They don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all!"

"What are you shouting at the elders for? Aiya, I'm going to have a heart attack." Said Old Madame, covering his chest.

Wen Zhan stuffed Wu Yang into the car and fastened her seat belt comfortably. "It's fine, don't listen to what those people who don't know the truth say. They don't have the qualifications to judge your affairs at all …" he said.