The driver waved his hand: “Then we will be helpless.”
Wendy said angrily, “You are doctors, shouldn’t it be right for you to help the wounded?”
The driver looked at her and said seriously: “Little girl, I want to make it clear to you that we are not doctors, and ours is not a 120 ambulance in a public hospital, but a transfer ambulance operated by a private company, just like a taxi. We drive to make money by driving, and we will work when we give the money, understand?”
Wendy was speechless.
The man said disdainfully: “Who, who can live in such a good villa, can’t afford four hundred dollars!”
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