The firefighters shouted to us, “I’m going to put out the fire, because you are the person who is the person who is the accident, someone will come to you to record the matter.”
After saying that, the firefighters turned around and ran towards the direction of the fire.
The male nurse looked at me and said angrily: “What? Did you put the fire?”
“My car hit the distribution box.” I said.
“Oh? You’re out of power?” said the male nurse. “Fortunately, the car was too old when I got off the car. The brakes were not working well, so I rushed in.” I said.
The male nurse looked at me and said, “Where did you get hurt?”
I pointed to my foot and said, “Left foot hurts very much.”
“Lying down, I’ll take a look.” The male nurse said.
I had no choice but to lie on the bed of the ambulance. The male nurse squatted down in the car and took off my left foot and took a look.
“Where does it hurt if there is not a drop of blood?” said the male nurse.
“The left ankle hurts.” I said.
The male nurse grabbed my left foot and rubbed it hard in eight directions. I couldn’t help but scream in pain.
I seemed to think he was wasting his time on purpose.
“It hurts, it really hurts.” I shouted.
“You probably want to make a movie. Now I don’t know if there is a fracture inside.” said the male nurse.
“I should just twist it.” I said.