The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 323 - Run Over

Chapter 323: Run Over

“What happened?” Zheng Ren yelled, opening the window between the rear compartment and the driver seat.

How could he be calm when the ambulance was not at full speed during an emergency?

“Chief Zheng, there’s a vehicle in front of us blocking our path,” the driver said helplessly. He had tried to change lanes several times, but a sports car in front of them had continually gotten in their way. It was impossible to outrun it, too.

Furthermore, it was approaching the evening rush hour and traffic was already building up.

Most private cars and taxis were more considerate and would usually move aside for the ambulance when they heard its siren.

This was a life and death situation. Most people understood its urgency; reaching home slightly later or having a late dinner were nothing in comparison. If they were able to, they made way for the paramedics.

However, this sports car was blatantly obstructing them. They could even hear its roaring engine from inside the ambulance even though it was not accelerating.

In fact, the car was actually slowing to a crawl of 30 to 40 miles per hour.

Normally, they would simply overtake it by changing lanes.

No matter how they tried to, however, it immediately moved to cut them off.

Sh*t! Zheng Ren was fuming in anger.

That b.a.s.t.a.r.d had to be drunk driving!

Since it was not dinner time yet, the driver had probably not sobered up from lunch drinks. Otherwise, no one in their right mind would publicly provoke an ambulance.

This was not the first time Zheng Ren had encountered such a situation, but right now, they were on the way to an emergency rescue in No. 9 Elementary school!

After several attempts to change lanes, the ambulance was still beholden to the more agile sports car. A few other drivers were also outraged on their behalf and honked their horns, those with shorter tempers even winding down their windows to shout at the offending driver.

The ambulance driver was frustrated. Their stretcher-bearer in the pa.s.senger seat had already called the police.

However… doing so would not help in such a situation.

If they waited for traffic officers to resolve this, it would be too late for No. 9 Elementary School.

Every second was crucial in an emergency rescue! Why was this happening to them?

Surprisingly, traffic officers reached them quickly. A police car was there within a minute.

Its siren began wailing as it pulled up next to the sports car.

By loudspeaker, the officers instructed the sports car to pull over, but its driver continued to ignore them and kept idling.

The ambulance driver swore. “d.a.m.n it!”

Zheng Ren knew that verbal abuse would not solve the problem, despite being so furious that his jaws were clenched together like a vice, his teeth gnashing audibly.

He was normally a mellow person, but this was one of the rare times his anger was stoked.

“Pull over and let me take the wheel,” Zheng Ren said, his expression wrathful.

His tone surprised the ambulance driver, who knew the chief resident to have a good temper and unfaltering smile. The security guard, Fan Yianshui had praised Chief Zheng for performing a surgery on him for free and even followed it up with a job offer.

Was this the spark that had finally set off such a well-mannered man?

Was he planning to drive? Would he be able to overtake the car in front of them? Impossible! The ambulance driver was himself a trained professional, not a standard car owner.

The ambulance was a mid-sized vehicle. Despite being a Mercedes-Benz, it was more known for its stability and interior equipment, while its other performance metrics were incomparable to that of a sports car.

Was Chief Zheng losing his mind in desperation… the ambulance driver felt helpless. He wanted nothing more than to run over the sports car, but the thought of it costing as much as his annual salary if he so much as made a scratch stayed his hand.

“Stop the vehicle! I’ll drive!” Zheng Ren roared again as the ambulance driver hesitated.

Left with no choice, the driver obeyed.

In front of them was a Porsche 911, its black frame glistening under the rays of sunset.

Its first impression on those who saw it was how expensive it was. A second look only drove the point even further.

The car seemed satisfied as the ambulance stopped, coasting slowly alongside the police with nary a care in the world for doctors nor traffic officers.

Another order came through the loudspeaker on the police car demanding the driver pull over, but the only response it got was a window rolling down, followed by a rude gesture.

How arrogant!

How ridiculous!

However, the driver had not expected Zheng Ren; the man did not care for the cost of the Porsche 911 before him or the financial background needed to afford such a grandiose car in the first place. To him, these things were meaningless.

Zheng Ren quickly slid into the driver’s seat and told the nurse to fasten her seatbelt before ramming on the accelerator. The ambulance began to charge like a beast baying for blood.

Its engine revved and kicked its ma.s.sive bulk into gear.

The wind was howling!

The ambulance was roaring!

Its driver was screaming!

The ambulance bellowed and thundered forward!

The driver of the Porsche 911 was stunned by the sight of the ambulance charging at him in the rearview mirror.

Both vehicles were very close to each other, but although Zheng Ren owned a driving license, he had no actual experience and the ambulance did not pick up immediately when he floored it.

Nevertheless, it was like a giant in comparison to the sports car.

The police were also shocked by his move, immediately braking to avoid colliding into the other two vehicles.

Bang! There was a thunderous crash, but the ambulance only rocked a little with no serious damage.

Since the Porsche 911 had a mid-engine, rear-wheel-drive layout with its trunk in front, it had no buffer for the impact. Its driver scrambled to control his car after the collision, but the engine died.

Zheng Ren braked, backed up and stepped on the accelerator again. The ambulance charged at the Porsche 911 once more and rammed it off the street completely, sparks flying as the two vehicles ground against each other.

The driver of the Porsche was already stupefied; he could only raise his hands and stare blankly at the ambulance grating against his car with a piercing screech.

After running over the Porsche 911, Zheng Ren pulled over.

“Back to you,” he said calmly, no sign of anger on his expression.

The ambulance driver was still in shock from the decimation of car before them, which cost anywhere between one to two million yuan

Chief Zheng’s composed demeanour, like someone who had done such a thing before, sealed his lips. He returned to the driver’s seat and pumped the siren to maximum volume.

Zheng Ren alighted from the ambulance and turned to see two traffic officers in front of him.

“Dr. Zheng?” they said at the same time.

He frowned. The two seemed familiar, but he had forgotten where he met them.

“Dr. Zheng, where are you heading to?” the older officer asked.

“No. 9 Elementary.”

“I’ll handle this; you escort them and clear a path for Dr. Zheng,” the older one informed his compatriot.

The latter officer ran back to his car and began to maneuver into traffic.

Without another word, Zheng Ren jumped right back into the ambulance.

The ambulance driver followed, his foot unrelenting on the accelerator.

Police and ambulance sirens blared together, tearing apart Sea City’s peaceful evening.

As they sped by, every other vehicle made way for them. No one had seen a police car escorting an ambulance before, their wailing sirens bearing a grim banner.

Something major had to have happened!

If not, they would not have both their sirens on at the same time!

With their path clear, they reached No. 9 Elementary School of Sea City within minutes.