Chapter 908 Tingting, I Have Super Powers (12)

The truck's inertia was extremely large, and the resistance from hitting the guardrail did not force it to stop immediately. It continued to move forward for a while before slowly stopping.

A small section of the front end of the truck was flying outside the overpass, and black smoke was rising, which made the people who watched it frightened.

Through the windshield, Song Qingchun could see the driver of the large truck in front of him, leaning crookedly against the glass window, with blood dripping down his head.

Such a bloody scene made Song Qingchun's stomach twitch, and he subconsciously looked back.

The panic of the rest of her life made Song Qingchun's breathing a little rough. She raised her hand and lowered the car window. The warm spring breeze blew into the car, bringing a light floral fragrance.

Song Qingchun felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's so dangerous!"

Before she could wait for Su Zhinian's response, she smelled blood coming into her breath.

The smell of the truck driver's blood spread so quickly?

Song Qingchun frowned slightly and heard Su Zhinian's weak voice in his ear: "Tingting?"

Song Qingchun subconsciously turned his head and looked at Su Zhinian beside him.

The man's face was as pale as paper, and his perfectly lined side face was covered with bright red blood. It dripped down his chin and fell on his white shirt, blooming in clusters of bright red flowers.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingchun felt as if someone had hit him on the head with a stick, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

Su Zhinian's car hit the emergency brake and stopped when the truck was still some distance away from them. The truck did not hit their car at all, but why was Su Zhinian injured?

And, and…

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's head for a long time, and seemed to notice something. He turned around blankly and looked at the driver in the truck.

Both of them had bleeding on the left side of their brains...

The truck driver was injured because he was in a traffic accident, but Su Zhinian was sitting in the car fine, so why was he injured like the truck driver?

Who can tell her what is going on?

Su Zhinian coughed intermittently for a while, and then he reluctantly opened his mouth, his voice weaker than before: "Tingting, are you okay?"

Song Qingchun, who was completely stunned by this incredible scene, rolled his eyes blankly when he heard Su Zhinian's voice. After a while, he met his eyes.

Although she didn't say anything, he could still tell that she was fine. The big stone in his heart finally settled. He smiled weakly at her and spoke with difficulty, saying: "You're fine, just fine..."

As soon as Su Zhinian finished speaking, he coughed violently, and there was blood in his mouth, which sprayed on the steering wheel.

Song Qingchun suddenly came back to her senses as if she had been slapped hard. She first called his name, and then tears fell down: "Su Zhinian, what's wrong with you? You How could it be hurt? Are you kidding me? Su Zhinian, tell me what is going on? "

The driver in the truck had fallen into a coma. Su Zhinian relied on his strong consciousness to stay awake for a short period of time.

He knew that she could not believe what she saw at this moment, but he could not explain the cause and effect of the matter to her in detail.